Saving The Best Till Last
So the season finally ends, and after all the weather, injuries, tantrums, comings and goings, The Blues took on The Champions in a nail-biter.
Team: Logan Booth, Jake Pearson, Noah Rowlinson, Jacob Donnelly (c), Thomas Brogden, Liam Boardman, Dylan Johnston, Thomas Kuczaj, Mackenzie Lomas, Jack Cowan.
So as we creep ever deeper into the cricket season, yet again we trooped down to Wright Robbie for the final encounter of the season. This time with an ungodly meeting time of 8.30, 8.30 on a Saturday, so obviously the wine tap was turned off in our house early on Friday, unfortunately, this discipline wasn't shared by a certain parent who shall remain nameless, but whose name rhymes with Saul Monston!
Finally I get to the game, Olympic were unbeaten all season and so I for one felt a little nervous before kick-off, saying that, in our earlier match this season, though we lost 3-0, it certainly seemed harsh, and I thought we deserved a point!
We began very well, two sides who play the game a little differently, SK seeming to rely on the pace of their wingers and working balls over the top and physically intimidating, whilst GNE like to knock it about and play the ball short where possible.
Both sides swapped early blows, giving away the odd free-kick, but all was even until a high cross shot looped over the stranded Booth to put us behind, may have been intentional, but looked a bit flukey to me.
Heads didn't drop and for the rest of the first half, Glossop were in command, Brogden pressing the fullbacks into mistakes and one of these interchanges saw Lomas sweep in the equaliser which was much deserved.
We attacked again and Boardman crashed one onto the bar and SK looked a bit rattled, for my first cliché of this electronic nonsense, half time probably came at the wrong time for us and gave our opponents a breather when we felt we should have been in front.
Half-time nibbles combined with thrilling discussions on oil with the returning Mr Lomas, were overpowered by the stench of stale beer and quite honestly this proved a little upsetting for this correspondent as the owner of said odours insisted on trying to bully me as has happened several times in the past!
The second half can only be described as breathless, SK are not champions without reason, they came out and blitzed us with waves of attack which we simply didn't deal with, both Pearson and Rowlinson found themselves doubled up on forcing Donnelly over to cover allowing front runners to virtually tap-in goals, Booth was very busy and we simply couldn't get an out ball up top to the strikers.
From being comfortable before the break, we found ourselves 3-1 down and to be honest, the fans were a bit stunned in the now sweaty away end.
The sombre looking Kuczaj came on, and looked like he had swallowed a firework, and we began to find the ball back in our opponents half, Cowan was suddenly holding the ball up well and a ball out to Brogden was whipped across the goal for Kuczaj to volley home a second GNE goal, and again SK were rattled, I'm not sure many teams have gone for them like we did this season, and after more dancing footwork from Kuczaj, a simple pass allowed Lomas to roll in the equaliser and suddenly, the horrors of beer breath were forgotten as we realised that if we banged on the fence, it made quite a loud noise!
The team knew now they were on top again and this time made it count, a lovely solo goal from Johnston was arguably the pick of the bunch, as he dribbled through several challenges before poking the ball past the giant keeper and the fans were now ecstatic.
A late fifth goal by Brogden was the icing on the cake and SK's unbeaten tag was ripped up as the ref blew the whistle and we just managed to prevent a pitch invasion from the previously mentioned fan and gave the fence a bang again!
A brilliant finale from this team, winning their last four games leaving us with a taste of what might have been, and a promising future if we can stick together.
MOMs went to Thomas Kuczaj and Logan Booth, apologies to Thomas as some idiot forgot to bring the trophy back ( Jacob ) but we will get it to you.
So that's it for another season, hope you've enjoyed reading this rubbish every week, I quite enjoy venting my spleen as this is also a self defence mechanism against all the abuse I undeservedly attract!
Massive thanks go to all three of our Holy Trinity, Messers Kuczaj, Pearson and Rowlinson without whom, none of the magic would happen, I know I give them ( rightly ) a lot of grief, but it all just BANTS as I hear the kids are saying nowadays!
Be seeing ya!