Aston stopped in their tracks...
...as the Nomads roll into town
FC Nomads Vs Aston FC
Aston came into the game against their mid table rivals, unbeaten in 4 only conceding 3 goals in the process. Nomads of no fixed abode, playing their home games this season at West Witney came into the game on the back of a rather humiliating 9-0 shrubbing from the Hollybush, and would no doubt be looking to make amends.
Edwards sticking with his tried and tested 4-5-1 formation, made plenty of changes from the previous weeks win against Duck although most being forced upon him, by players missing with a wide variety of excuses including James F who was making his annual pilgrimage to pay homage to his idol at letting off steam, Thomas the Tank engine. Aston were also sub less.
The usual lacklustre, calamity of a warm up ensued from Aston, as the travellers demonstrated their financial prowess in the Witney and District and provided cones for theirs. Ian Dunstan had been selected to run the line, along with Billy Bircher doing the other, with all players wondering whether the officiating could get any worse, it was confirmed Chris Ody was doing Hanborough.
The game kicked off with Aston enjoying large amounts of possession without creating any meaningful chances. Ryan Hewer was put through on goal with just the keeper to beat, but in Smudges absence the Aston sniper took aim at a new target and hit with maximum effect, Hewer, sent plummeting to the ground with no one anywhere near him, the ball trickling out for a goal kick. It was later suggested that infact the bullet had continued to travel, and hit the Tower Hill goalkeeper on the opposing pitch, causing him to fumble a couple in to his net. Adam Clarke was soon to the rescue at the other end, as his last ditch tackle prevented a certain goal and Ashley ‘Often found in no mans land’ Edwards blushes, as he was rounded by the nomads striker with incredible ease.
Astons best chance of the half fell to the usually composed right foot of Molony, who somehow and inexcusably volleyed over from 7 yards when running on to a ball that sat up beautifully, Molony himself impressed to have cleared the road behind the goal, rasping effort.
Nomads took the lead against the run of play when a softly conceded free kick, around the edge of the box was headed home by the nomads right winger, Edwards called for an inquest in his large dulcet tone, which was dually held, Molony pleading and found guilty…… There was just time for Sam ‘Le Permhead’ Rowe to deliver a terrible challenge on the nomads centre half, catching him with 2 feet around knee height and finishing off the assault with a follow through of freshly conditioned, timotei infused hair around the shins, the latter causing the more serious damage. Yellow card and half time.
Aston pressed incredibly hard at the start of the 2nd half, moving the ball far quicker than the 1st half, something commented on in Edwards half time speech. Their efforts were quickly rewarded as a Hewer corner found the newly transformered Lee Beer to head home at the near post, providing him with some solace as he thought long and hard about his new ghastly tattoo. It really is something to behold.
As Aston pressed ridiculously hard to find a winner with still 30 minutes on the clock, gaps began to appear in the spine of the side which were soon to be exploited by some quick feet and horrible defending as the Nomads striker burst through to fire past Edwards, who, not for the first time in the match lambasted anyone within a 40 foot radius of his potty mouth. The remainder of the game was played camped in the Nomads half, but with very little purpose. Ryan Lewis forcing the keeper in to one very smart save from a stinging volley, and a few decent balls across the box which no one managed to capitalise on.
Just time for Billy to give a goal kick from 30 yards away, when all agreed the ball hadn’t left the pitch and for Ian Dunstan to flag for an offside, even though the ball went backwards and no one was within 10 yards of an offside position. Later excused, after admitting in the bar ‘ I was so angry……I just cheated.’ A refreshingly frank and honest account of his days work.
So on to next weeks Junior Shield game against Boughton and North Newington, a village no one has ever heard of. Fingers crossed someone brings their finishing boots and some subs.
Written by Dan Molony