Audlem FC Match Report

Today up as is my habit quite early. Keep away from my study and enjoy the rare luxury this year as I watch Match of the Day and see Liverpool win and win well.

My breakfast had as I see Gary Lineker and pundits dissecting the games. Out to a very cold day. The pied wagtails here waiting the seed I put out. They are such ballet dancers as they bob about, weighing just about 25 grams. Feed the granddaughters rabbits with fresh carrots. Have you noticed how very little is the retail cost of carrots. Just about 50p a bag. I wonder just how much the poor growers in Lincolnshire get for a kilo.

No sound of the owls last night but I had a pair of swans overfly my garden yesterday. Such beautiful creatures with their long neck reaching out in front as they fly together. And on the subject of pairs, I hear that they mate for life. Such wonders in nature all around us.

To my car. My chair loaded. Brolly too just in case. So cold a wind as it cuts across from the East. To the Combermere to tell Allan we are playing away and as such will not be back for their excellent chips.
To meet with Geoff – somewhat recovered from his bad time last week. Load up and drive to Faddiley. Very little traffic as we sail along. Arrive at 10.00. Wait to see just who will turn up of our players. 10.30 and just 4 players. Others lost or have decided not to get out of bed. Playing Faddiley. A fit team. A team that train together. Our referee, young Joel Buckle. Good fair referee.
As we draw near to the kick off, we have 10 players and that includes Kev Walters, our most senior player. Eddie Wale, father of Billy Wale, steps up to fill out 11th place at the age of 50!!

Connor Baxter our goal keeper hurt as someone stamped on his foot on Friday night whilst out on the razzle. Neil Ellison, new signing, gets between the sticks.

11.00 Kick off

My pen not working in the cold. Walk back to my car. And I am away for 3 minutes ,in which time we are 2 down!!

11.03 0-2

Flurries of sleet in the cold cold air, borne on the wings of a wind that cuts into us as we sit on the line. David and Deborah Robertson and family here to support us. David ends up running the line.

11.10 0-3!

Pitch not bad but built like a huge crown green with many slopes. Faddiley controlling all of the play as they dominate in numbers.
James Bebbington arrives so we have the luxury of a sub!!
Brad Jones has a rare shot on goal. From distance.

11.30 0-4!! ; 11.35 0-5 !!! ; 11.40 0-6!!!

As regular as a machine gun fusillade, the goals go in.

11.44 0-7!! ; 11.46 0-8!!!!

Just looking back I realise I am using so many exclamation marks. Must tone them down fir my heart's sake.

Half time

Recriminations abound as my players say this and say that. But the facts are there for all to see. 8 nil already.

Second Half

11.55 0-9

James Bebbington on and Kev Walters off.
So so cold and not even a goal to warm me up.

12.03 0-10 ; 12.10 0-11

12.15 1-11

Kev Rogers Scores

12.22 1-12

Wind back with a vengeance. So cold on my face.
Fisticuffs as one of their players stamps on our player. Red card to them and yellow to us for James B -being so stupid with a tirade of foul language.
In spite of the score line- the dreadful score line, our new keeper did pull off some fine saves. A blooding for him in no uncertain way.
At the very last kick of the match (Match – in no way was it a match!)
They score yet again.

Full Time 1-13.

13 goals shipped!!!!

We are for sure the champions at conceding goals in our league.
Off we troop. In silence. We have been dissected on the coroners table. A very heavy defeat.
Next game is scheduled at home but some doubt on that as other games may have to be played in cup ties.

Ed – Apologies for the poor quality of the picture – the cold in the air obviously affected the camera!

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