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| Jul 18 2007, 2:04 PM EDT (current) | SCHILDT | 40 words added, 34 words deleted |
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With one friendly down and however many remaining (not sure of anything) West End has a total of 1 friendly points.
With a delicious goal from Justin late in the second half that seemed to seal victory, it was all looking soooo good. Unfortunately the 'win in the bag' was not to be. Matthew Armstrong lived up to his name with a strong arm on the ball to conceded a penalty and put the win in doubt. Up stepped a rag from the otheropposition side(some Pontadawe side) who tried to give the 'eyes' ato Simon in the goals and slot the ball homehome, but it was saved wonderfully only to rebound on to the same rag's foot for an easy tap in. The game ended in a draw, glory was not to be although returning alive and unravaged from the Hill Billy community will always be regarded as a success.
The game started well with pace and endeavour being shown by Johnny "one in, all in" Ginge and Tarl "Tyrone" Taylor, and this was accompanied by some lovely midfield play from a young Stephen Preece showing maturity beyond his years and Desmond Decker showing maturity relevant to his age. Throw in a few crafted long balls from Armstrong and the mix was set and ready to lay. With chance after chance going begging from a combination of awful referringrefereeing decisions, poor finishing and goalkeeping that was adequate to the shootingshooting, the foundations of victory never got laid.
On the plus side some defensive doggery by Jason 'no goals' Harding and a stubborn Michael 'solsk' Jayne mad sure there was no way the upstarts from the valley were ever going to trouble the excellence that was in the goals. Our new signing Justin (he's so good he only has a first name) showed enthusiasm and resolve as he took to the wing like a duck to water, perfectly mirroring the efforts of Ollie 'not in the air' Jilsusman on the other flank. The half time whistle came just in time for the other side as the pressure was telling. It was a hot day and Patrick'sPatrick Butcher's delicate ginger skin was beginning to suffer in the heat as he forgot his factor 99 suncream needed for his condition. The half time whistle came just in time for the other side as the pressure was telling.
One change in the half time break, the legend that is Schildt had a breather and got ready to prepare for something special in the second half. The second period was very much like the first only it was Patrick 'barn door' Butchers doing all the missing with seven chances falling at his toblerone feet and strawberry blond hair a goal look a million miles away. The opposition was broken, TarlTarl's trickery had spellbinding powers over these lesser mortalsplayers and his carefully glided corners were certain assists if only Mr Butchers could leave them for someone else. With 10 minutes to go the game was turned on it's head. One substitution proved to be decisive as Ollie took his bowbow, Michael Schildt tore on to the scene and within seconds he had distracted the defenders enough for Justin to steal in and finish what Patrick Butchers could and corner.finish. It looked all over and with Michael "Pele" Schildt seeing his left footed drive from a fantastic through ball from Armstrong dip just over the top hand corner it all looked rosy. Of course as you know from the above the events that followed it was not to be our day.
With a delicious goal from Justin late in the second half that seemed to seal victory, it was all looking soooo good. Unfortunately the 'win in the bag' was not to be. Matthew Armstrong lived up to his name with a strong arm on the ball to conceded a penalty and put the win in doubt. Up stepped a rag from the otheropposition side(some Pontadawe side) who tried to give the 'eyes' ato Simon in the goals and slot the ball homehome, but it was saved wonderfully only to rebound on to the same rag's foot for an easy tap in. The game ended in a draw, glory was not to be although returning alive and unravaged from the Hill Billy community will always be regarded as a success.
The game started well with pace and endeavour being shown by Johnny "one in, all in" Ginge and Tarl "Tyrone" Taylor, and this was accompanied by some lovely midfield play from a young Stephen Preece showing maturity beyond his years and Desmond Decker showing maturity relevant to his age. Throw in a few crafted long balls from Armstrong and the mix was set and ready to lay. With chance after chance going begging from a combination of awful referringrefereeing decisions, poor finishing and goalkeeping that was adequate to the shootingshooting, the foundations of victory never got laid.
On the plus side some defensive doggery by Jason 'no goals' Harding and a stubborn Michael 'solsk' Jayne mad sure there was no way the upstarts from the valley were ever going to trouble the excellence that was in the goals. Our new signing Justin (he's so good he only has a first name) showed enthusiasm and resolve as he took to the wing like a duck to water, perfectly mirroring the efforts of Ollie 'not in the air' Jilsusman on the other flank. The half time whistle came just in time for the other side as the pressure was telling. It was a hot day and Patrick'sPatrick Butcher's delicate ginger skin was beginning to suffer in the heat as he forgot his factor 99 suncream needed for his condition. The half time whistle came just in time for the other side as the pressure was telling.
One change in the half time break, the legend that is Schildt had a breather and got ready to prepare for something special in the second half. The second period was very much like the first only it was Patrick 'barn door' Butchers doing all the missing with seven chances falling at his toblerone feet and strawberry blond hair a goal look a million miles away. The opposition was broken, TarlTarl's trickery had spellbinding powers over these lesser mortalsplayers and his carefully glided corners were certain assists if only Mr Butchers could leave them for someone else. With 10 minutes to go the game was turned on it's head. One substitution proved to be decisive as Ollie took his bowbow, Michael Schildt tore on to the scene and within seconds he had distracted the defenders enough for Justin to steal in and finish what Patrick Butchers could and corner.finish. It looked all over and with Michael "Pele" Schildt seeing his left footed drive from a fantastic through ball from Armstrong dip just over the top hand corner it all looked rosy. Of course as you know from the above the events that followed it was not to be our day.
