Archive for November, 2008

An incredible day! The most amazing results

This is 2 weeks after bearing in mind! The day started in typical fashion with mini TJ having a match early on. Unfortunately everyone was up late and we got to the ground with 10 minutes to kick off. Not a brilliant start then I fell out with my Mum at the game and things weren’t going right. I was furious with myself, the rain held off and in a rather interesting game and the Wolves annhiliated their opponents and were 4-1 up at the break. The Wirksworth Colts side then conceded 3 goals in 2 minutes, 38th, 39th and 39th minute goals! Barely 100 seconds seperated them!

The Wolves added a few more, 3 actually and it probably should of been more like 15 by the end of the match. It wasn’t a repeat of the Whaley Bridge game which I missed and was reported as the largest ever win in the league, this was modest compared to what some sides get put past them.

We set off and I was under the impression I wasn’t going to make Curzon Ashton v Exeter City. We drove back via Buxton ending up back in Chapel a little after 1. It was at that point I realised I would actually be going and f**king hell I was glad. I packed my camera which turned out to be as useful as a chocolate shelter in the desert.

We set off just after 1:45 and headed up the A6 to New Mills, then the A626 over to Marple, Bredbury and eventually onto the M60 for 2 junctions. We came off at the Ashton exit and just before the IKEA took a left into a local road and turned left at the roundabout at the bottom. The ground was a couple of hundred yards away and mighty impressive.

I got out and waved farewell to the family heading into IKEA for the afternoon, the ground from a distance looks to be Football League Standard and wouldn’t look out of place in League Two. The queues to get in were 20 deep for terrace and the main stand, being a lover of terraces and not one to sit and pay £1 extra I chose to stand with all standing! I went in and came in behind a small raised 6 step terrace that was full of Exeter City fans

Lets make no mistake, Exeter came expecting to walkover. The ground has a 500 seat main stand with open terraces flanking it and there is two identical full length terraces behind each goal, both uncovered and finally a huge covered terrace on the far side with two smaller terraces flanking it. I elected to stand on the main terrace, which an excellent view from the second set of crush barriers you feel like you’ve stepped back a few years. The ground is modern but to stand on a terrace at the side of a pitch that is as big as this one its a throw back. These terraces don’t exist anymore.

The game started with the Red and White of Exeter attacking the end that was supposed to be full of Curzon fans? No, all Curzon fans were on the main terrace from the best vantage points in the ground. Exeter looked a good side until Curzon finally started to attack, Chris Worsley found the ball in the box and hit a shot that got deflected into the corner, the thoughts of a shock seemed realistic but as the game went on you got the impression they needed more than that goal, Exeter might of got beat 6-1 by Chesterfield at home but were no mugs.

The half-time soup was good, served at the side of the main stand, a mini Greggs in a small football club’s ground, simply fantastic. The free muffin known to anybody else in the country as a ‘breadcake’ was quite nice and the soup didn’t go cold until late in the second half.

I arrived back on my place on the terrace, I may have slightly exaggerated the above but I’d always wanted to come to this stadium and anything less than fantastic would of dissappointed me, maybe my vision was coloured with hope and expectation.

What happened in the second half turned out to be one of the biggest shocks in FA Cup history, Curzon scored not once but twice more, James Ogoo’s amazing turn and piledriver before Michael Norton dinked one into the roof of the net. Blyth v Shrewsbury, neither does any game in the last 15 years at least compare to this. Exeter’s fans, the non-league world and more importantly footballing analysists stunned at something dubbed impossible

Curzon were in absolute dreamland but conceded two late goals, Steve Basham then Dean Moxey who starred in the Exeter City v Manchester United clashes a few years ago scoring. It was an amazing feeling to see the game. When the pitch invasion at full time ensued I managed to stand on the hallowed turf but in a rush to get away I legged it out the ground and into a waiting car to go home.

I got home still stunned and feeling for the 300 Exeter City fans going home with their names all over the papers for the defeat.

I managed to grab a bite to eat before relaxing then watching the goals late at night


New Mills v AFC Fylde, Game 31 and Game 32

This was a later start than usual and I’ll keep this report rather short as I have another to catch up on. Mini TJ as usual played on a Saturday and it was the 1st day of November, the night after Halloween. Halloween had been ok, two of the 10 paint bombs exploded prematurely on a carpet. The rest I had to take out manually open them up, let the paint drip into thick grass then bury the bags under a pile of leaves. My wellies had gone black after paint went on them

Onto the morning, I got up at 9:30 ish and got ready to some reporting on mini TJ’s game against Doe Lea. Doe Lea is a small place 5 miles from Chesterfield. The journey down wasn’t too bad my opting for wellies over trainers proved a fine choice as the wet ground would of soaked my trainers with no time to dry them. The Wolves led 2-1 at the break but somehow found themselves 6-3 down with 20 minutes of the start of the second half. She played well and the Wolves grabbed a late goal which was more than deserved.

We headed towards Buxton after the game, arriving at about 1:10 where I said goodbye to the family and still in my wellies headed off to Buxton station for the 1:30 train to New Mills. £2.65 return from Chapel to New Mills on the bus is a rip off, the price for an 11 mile return trip to New Mills was £2.40. The robbing sods on the buses, I f**king hate them. Excuse the language but I’m sorry why should I pay a rip off amount for a bus? I’d rather walk 10 minutes further than get abuse off a bus driver. My advise is don’t use it unless you must. Whenever I’ve travelled by bus I’d got off wanting to throw a brick through the window. The train is far better, the conductors do a grand job.

Anyway I bought a ticket and waited for the train to depart. It did right on time and arrived on time in New Mills at just after 1:50. I stepped off the train and had 1 hour to waste. I didn’t fancy walking upto the ground so early with very little battery on my phone otherwise I’d of listening to music and played Pro Evo 2009 on my phone. I walked over the footbridge double checked departure times for the way back and walked down into New Mills. I walked to Union Road and followed a path round and back on myself that lead onto the Sett Valley Trail under the Union Road bridge, I followed my nose heading in a general direction of North.

I ended up at the bottom of Church Lane and walked as slow as I could. I entered the ground not knowing what time it was. I looked at my phone, 2:11. Oh great. I sat down in the main stand and waited and waited and waited for the game to started. Just like double physics only worse.

The game did start and it was nothing short of ok. New Mills played well stopping top of the table AFC Fylde from leaving Church Lane with any sort of point. Adam Mather smashed the only goal of the game in the first half and Fylde consistently attacked without making any great chances. As I write this they’ve apparently signed a striker who CAN hit a barn door. For top of the table they looked very average just like their supposed massive away support that was hardly noticed apart from two flags.

Half-Time saw me come away with no Bovril but a 90p can of Coke. Another rip off but can’t fault the club for trying to make money. Fylde did leave New Mills fans tearing their hair out right to the end and Kharas for New Mills went off injured but when the final whistle blew a few things became clear. New Mills always win when I see them, Fylde aren’t unbeatable and every match should be enjoyed.

I walked along Marsh Lane at full time and waited for my Dad who picked me up instead of me walking to the station. I got in to a Wednesday draw at Palace.


New Mills v Hyde United – Game 30 – Monday 27th October 2008

Sorry this is over a week late but here goes. It was my first day of the school half term holidays and after two eye piercing games at Buxton on Saturday I was going to my 30th game of the season so far. Looking forward to it? You bet I was. This game was a Manchester Premier Cup tie, I personally couldn’t wait.

The day itself was quite good, I woke up intending to go to Manchester for the day but the money has dried up and I couldn’t afford. I decided to look at the National Cycle Route’s near Chapel. I looked at it and thought it was a complete load of crap and went out to get my bike. The recent rain meant any cycling would involve mud, I decided to wear my best t-shirt underneath a waterproof jacket and had some 3/4 length trackies on. I set off just after 10:30 aiming to be back by about 3. Not really knowing where I was going.

Its fair to say I’m not overally fit at the moment having not rode my bike for the best part of a year. I cycled towards Chapel Milton, under the Blackbrook Valley viaducts and onto the Tramway Trail to Buxworth. The ground was waterlogged, there was a lot of mud and 6 inch deep puddles. By the time I arrived at the Bugsworth basin I looked like I’d slept in a mudbath. Head to toe in mud. I decided to carry on following the Canal, I never intended to go as far as I did but arrived at Marple at just after 12. I carried on following the canal path towards Macclesfield. Obviously I never went to Macc but had to cross a road, lifted my bike over a gate that stated no bikes and cycled on the path to the A6 at High Lane. I arrived at High Lane just after 12:30 and cycled up hill all the way back to Whaley Bridge

I got caught in a hailstorm at Disley before arriving in Whaley just after 1:15. Not bad timing, 11 miles in 40 minutes. I started to suffer with fatigue and my back packed up halfway to Tunstead Milton. I kept resting along the B5004 and arrived eventually back home still covered head to toe in mud at 2:00. Making it through the door and falling in a heap with my legs not being able to support my body anymore.

I quicked showered off and then got ready for the New Mills v Hyde game later in the day. I passed the day on football forums and listening to Oasis and Pendulum repeatedly till I kicking myself with boredom. I then won the Cricket World Cup 1999 game, smashing 893 runs for 3 with England v Australia, I bowled the Aussies out for a meek 23. I had won the game AGAIN.

My Dad took me and mini TJ over to Church Lane, £2.50 admission on an extremely cold High Peak night. New Mills started the better but fell behind shortly before the break while I was trying to get a Bovril. Being who and what I am I got two Bovrils. Its cold I’m tired I want a drink. I went to stand down with some New Mills fans I know and watched New Mills equalise from 20 yards before a magnificent own goal put the Tamesiders back infront for 2-1. Hyde had brought few if any fans and most of the 150+ crowd were Millers. On a singing contest the NWCFL side would win by chanting just the once.

The Millers hauled themselves level with not long left and the Hyde keeper had to exit the play injured. The game went to extra time after a 2-2 draw but decided to leave and take some rest after a good match

It ended 4-2 New Mills after extra time

Next up = New Mills v AFC Fylde