Captain Gaz Match Report:
Right from the whistle BCIII blew BCI apart, creating 4 or 5 wonderfully worked
openings in the first 5 minutes, all of which Disco managed to either just claw
away or save brilliantly .... rightfully earning the MoM award from his own
team. Unfortunately, but not unexpectedly, BCI dropped deeper and deeper, to try
and withstand the pressure and effectively killed the game as a spectacle
shortly after.
Whilst they will probably consider retaining the ball without leaving their half
and forcing BCIII into speculative shots to be a well executed game plan, I
think the vast majority recognise it for what it was. Boring, cagey, cautious,
negative and defensive. Poor Ian had absolutely nothing to do.
Half way through the second half, with BCIII continuing to push forward, this
lack of action nearly created one of the most significant travesities of justice
the club has witnessed as BCI took the lead, a weak scrambled shot somehow
slipping between Ian's legs. If only he'd been playing for the first 15-20
minutes!
Cue acute tactical awareness, a change in formation and BCIII again piled on the
pressure, dominated the chances and forced an excellent equaliser.
"Good game" and "Well played" appeared to be the shouts from the BCI squad,
whilst disappointment was the order of the day for BCIII. This tells it's own
story.
MoM for BCIII :- Martyn
Captain Danny Match Report: Mom - Disco
Two pot-shots from Swinners were beaten away with the contempt they deserved by
Disco at the start of the return match. After the brief barrage (2 shots, is
that it?) from the opposition BC1 decided the time was right to start playing
the game properly and started to boss the game.
Some good play to open up the oppositions raggedy defence & lightweight midfield
was only let down by some so-so shooting as we gave them a glimmer of a chance
to contribute to the spectacle for the bored onlookers. (I hope they didn’t have
to pay to watch!)
Ian slipped & fell on the few shots which were on target until Steve finally got
bored of being nice to a lethargic Russ and rolled one to Ian who somehow
managed to fall too late, oh no, BC1 scored, surely that can’t be fair? It was
then painful to look around at the faces of the BC3 players….we were hoping to
see them pick themselves up & have a go.
Was this too much to hope for? Where was this BC3 fighting spirit we had all
read about, this annihilation we were supposed to receive, this classy, polished
team to face?
A decision was taken to relax to allow them into the game. Rob came on for Phil
& was detailed to allow them some room, the same info passed to Jus. Disco was
told to close one eye & Daz to stop tackling but as the clock ran down it was
obvious that they had little chance to score a goal befitting the occasion.
Finally they had to resort to the only tactic they know, hoof & run. BC1 spotted
this “tactic” and as a gracious & supremely fair group of people allowed a
rebound to “drop” to one of the new players with a strike rate which takes him
ever closer to reaching the magical 0 on the improved striker stats.
Cue, massive celebration that was actually quite awkward to watch, grown men
gently weeping having given their all to scrape a dying seconds draw.
BC1 allowed them their moment & as the final whistle blew not 30 seconds later
knew the result had not deflated any ego. Hands were shaken and you could hear
“good game” & “well played” from the purposeful BC1.
Below follows that anonymous one-liners!
