Everyone's a Manager, Playing Away

Finally: The Finale.

There’s really only one way to start this one: final match of the season: Bristol City, run away champions (and the team that spoiled our Wembley party!) at their home ground. Was I too slow to get tickets sorted out (that would be unusual), not really bothered or happy not to be there As it turned out definitely the latter!

There was whole match commentary on BBC WM. I made do with listening to that. Sounded as if we were playing well. Certainly when we went one nil up (Jordy Hiwula). Pulled back to one all, then two one down, but at half time back level: another Jordy Hiwula goal. I am – pleasantly surprised, this is something I didn’t, truly expect. But I am prepared, in the way I suppose all fans will be, to accept the fantastic change in form and focus that has us toe-to-toe with the runaway (and deservedly so) champions of our league. At the ir ground!

I make up reasons: we have been playing markedly better recently haven’t we? And, maybe Bristol City are just going through the jolly old motions: it is the last game of the season and they can’t be too concerned, maybe they’re just enjoying the afternoon eh?

Abso- blinking – lutely not! Because after half time we collapse: utter, abject and terrifyingly … what? Frustrating? Yes! Embarrassing? Yes! Both and more.

O.K., O.K. champions in a different class and all that, but 8 – 2?

Wolves fan on Facebook posting

“Notice the cricket’s started early in Bristol then?”

I’m thinking

“Well, if you can’t stand a joke you shouldn’t have bought another season ticket!” and smiling, a little grimly to myself.

The Football league has apparently come up with a new deal that will have games (not Premiership ones) on Channel Five. Seems it’ll mean lower league clubs get more money. Heard something about the Football Association also getting money which might mean genuine grass-roots football gets a bit more cash – and much needed too. Kicking a ball about is simple, good exercise at the very least. It gets more complicated when tribal loyalties are flexed, but that’s not always bad.

Of course as the football season comes to a close we are into the cricket season beginning.

Elsewhere – and, honestly I delayed posting this until there was something else I could more happily put out there – there is a new Royal Princess: Charlotte, born to Kate and William, who bless ‘em have done so much to re-popularise the monarchy and bring it up to date. Best wishes to the family. On a more mercenary level it will do a lot to bring money into the country: the whole souvenir and tourist business set to be boosted. My wife and I have booked a close season (I hope, but know it’s cutting it fine) tour of Buckingham palace and the Houses of parliament.

Speaking of which, the latest political news is that the Conservative party have won an outright majority in our general elections (so much for my prediction powers then) and Ed Miliband, Nick Clegg and Nigel Farage, leaders respectively of labour, liberal Democrats and United Kingdom Independence Party have all resigned. North of the border the Scottish Nationalist Party have won all but three seats in the House of Commons. Exciting times ahead perhaps, even if only in the sense of that Chinese (“May you live in interesting times,”) curse.

Back if ever so briefly to football: Coventry City and Crewe escaped relegation to League Two and Shrewsbury and Burton Albion are being promoted: fairly accessible local games to travel to next season (already the optimism is appearing!).

Wolves fan on Facebook posting (about the Bristol result):

“Notice the cricket’s started early in Bristol then?”

I’m thinking

“Well, if you can’t stand a joke you shouldn’t have bought another season ticket!” and smiling, a little grimly to myself.

 

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The Next New Season.

Outrage and the Robins: Bristol City at Bescot.

The Wyrley Outrages!

In short a series of attacks on sheep, cattle and horses discovered in 1903 for which George Edalji, son of mixed-race parents arrested. The attacks were said to be extremely brutal and included maiming and “ripping”. Police received letters from the “Wyrley Gang” and investigated (or not).

Mr Clark, final teacher in primary school was the first person I remember mentioning these – and it changed my world. Something extremely noteworthy had happened in the very place I now lived. History and fame knew where I lived. I went to the very church that the accused-convicted-cleared George Edalji’s father had been vicar!

Mr (Albert) Tomkinson, history teacher at the Secondary Modern school I went to added more – and more grisly – detail.

A couple of years ago I read a book (George and Arthur, by Julian Barnes), thinking I had learned more. It is a well-written book, but may well be guiding readers down a number of wrong, but interesting paths. For sure Arthur Conan-Doyle, author of the Sherlock Holmes novels and short stories certainly visited Great Wyrley and is reputed to have stayed at the Star Inn – a couple of hundred yards from my own home and now being renovated (rumour has it to become a gastro pub) – while trying to find the evidence to clear the convicted man.

Now I read – in the erstwhile Express and Star – that there is a TV mini-series being made based on the book to star martin Clunes, Art Malik and Emma Fielding. It is being filmed in locations which include, it is said, Staffordshire.

There is a lot of interest in local history at the moment. A new series of Peaky Blinders started on Thursday. Peaky Blinders is stunning in its portrayal of conditions in Birmingham and the surrounding area (the Peaky Blinders on which this drama is based were a Small Heath gang who sewed razor blades into the peaks of their caps to use in fights). I suspect, however that the writers took liberties with the real history to come up with this tense, gritty period piece which involves politics, gambling, the lives of the working class – and, in this new one life in the 1920s as the gang, having become “respectable” and rather rich seek to expand their activities.

It is interesting to note the way society treats “gangsters” of the past. In the case of Peaky Blinders adding a dark glamour.

Following an item on the Making of peaky Blinders on the local news programme was an ironic reminder of the realities of gangsterism: the drive-by shooting of a couple of teenagers, Letitia Shakespeare and Charlene Ellis in 2003 in Aston. Apparently some part of a “retaliation killing” gang plan. Things in Birmingham at the time, perhaps even now revolving around hardened gangs. Is it possible things don’t change?

I cannot help thinking about the way the media, so quick to get to a story these days, impacts on our lives: our actions, thinking, opinions. A massive influence, no doubt.

Meanwhile western politicians and some of their counterparts in the Middle east are struggling to come to terms with the barbarism of “Islamic State” (I put the name into inverted commas here for a number of reasons; not least because I find it hard to link their stated beliefs with the Islam I know. Also because the media refers to them by a number of acronyms (ISIS, ISIL) and it is hard to pin down who they actually are. Whatever the case may be they are altering politics in the Arab world in seeming to be trying to set up a separate state run on lines they believe are sacred. They have ruthlessly executed U.S., U.K. and French nationals who, it seems were where they were to supply aid to local communities. It is also reported that Europeans are joining their ranks in Syria, fighting against the national armies and Kurds who live there.

The United States has called for a coalition to stand against this “threat” and is actively bombing the Islamic State forces on the ground. Britain and other countries are joining them.

From that international news to the small matter of the Walsall home game. Bristol City, unbeaten so far this season and riding high and confident at the top of our league arrived with a massive support: busy, vocal and getting behind their team. The attendance was somewhere around five and a half thousand. Wish we could get that many every week!

Paper talk is that we are getting over our injury list, that we have more players to pick from (that (Jordan Cook for example is almost ready to play a full game – he broke his ankle, after being our big summer signing during the friendlies trip to Devon).

And, sure enough we started the game better than any I have seen this season On the front foot, at times with four men pressing up: Sawyers, Bradshaw, Baxendale (another waspish display) and Forde looking strong.

On-emergency-loan Andy Butler again looking big and strong at the back and Paul Downing seeming happy to take a lead from our former skipper. A busy first half from Chambers and a super display from young Reece Flanagan (again) until he ran out of steam in the second half. And Romaine Sawyers seems to have his mojo back. Until last week lacking in confidence and off the pace he deservedly took the man-of-the-match award last week and is again busy and effective.

The Wyrley Outrages!

In short a series of attacks on sheep, cattle and horses discovered in 1903 for which George Edalji, son of mixed-race parents arrested. The attacks were said to be extremely brutal and included maiming and “ripping”. Police received letters from the “Wyrley Gang” and investigated (or not).

Mr Clark, final teacher in primary school was the first person I remember mentioning these – and it changed my world. Something extremely noteworthy had happened in the very place I now lived. History and fame knew where I lived. I went to the very church that the accused-convicted-cleared George Edalji’s father had been vicar!

Mr (Albert) Tomkinson, history teacher at the Secondary Modern school I went to added more – and more grisly – detail.

A couple of years ago I read a book (George and Arthur, by Julian Barnes), thinking I had learned more. It is a well-written book, but may well be guiding readers down a number of wrong, but interesting paths. For sure Arthur Conan-Doyle, author of the Sherlock Holmes novels and short stories certainly visited Great Wyrley and is reputed to have stayed at the Star Inn – a couple of hundred yards from my own home and now being renovated (rumour has it to become a gastro pub) – while trying to find the evidence to clear the convicted man.

Now I read – in the erstwhile Express and Star – that there is a TV mini-series being made based on the book to star Martin Clunes, Art Malik and Emma Fielding. It is being filmed in locations which include, it is said, Staffordshire.

There is a lot of interest in local history at the moment. A new series of Peaky Blinders started on Thursday. Peaky Blinders is stunning in its portrayal of conditions in Birmingham and the surrounding area (the Peaky Blinders on which this drama is based were a Small Heath gang who sewed razor blades into the peaks of their caps to use in fights). I suspect, however that the writers took liberties with the real history to come up with this tense, gritty period piece which involves politics, gambling, the lives of the working class – and, in this new one life in the 1920s as the gang, having become “respectable” and rather rich seek to expand their activities.

It is interesting to note the way society treats “gangsters” of the past. In the case of Peaky Blinders adding a dark glamour.

Following an item on the Making of peaky Blinders on the local news programme was an ironic reminder of the realities of gangsterism: the drive-by shooting of a couple of teenagers, Letitia Shakespeare and Charlene Ellis in 2003 in Aston. Apparently some part of a “retaliation killing” gang plan. Things in Birmingham at the time, perhaps even now revolving around hardened gangs. Is it possible things don’t change?

I cannot help thinking about the way the media, so quick to get to a story these days, impacts on our lives: our actions, thinking, opinions. A massive influence, no doubt.

Meanwhile western politicians and some of their counterparts in the Middle East are struggling to come to terms with the barbarism of “Islamic State” (I put the name into inverted commas here for a number of reasons; not least because I find it hard to link their stated beliefs with the Islam I know. Also because the media refers to them by a number of acronyms (ISIS, ISIL) and it is hard to pin down who they actually are. Whatever the case may be they are altering politics in the Arab world in seeming to be trying to set up a separate state run on lines they believe are sacred. They have ruthlessly executed U.S., U.K. and French nationals who, it seems were where they were to supply aid to local communities. It is also reported that Europeans are joining their ranks in Syria, fighting against the national armies and Kurds who live there.

The United States has called for a coalition to stand against this “threat” and is actively bombing the Islamic State forces on the ground. Britain and other countries are joining them.

From that international news to the small matter of the Walsall home game. Bristol City, unbeaten so far this season and riding high and confident at the top of our league arrived with a massive support: busy, vocal and getting behind their team. The attendance was somewhere around five and a half thousand. Wish we could get that many every week!

Paper talk is that we are getting over our injury list, that we have more players to pick from (that (Jordan Cook for example is almost ready to play a full game – he broke his ankle, after being our big summer signing during the friendlies trip to Devon).

And, sure enough we started the game better than any I have seen this season On the front foot, at times with four men pressing up: Sawyers, Bradshaw, Baxendale (another waspish display) and Forde looking strong.

On-emergency-loan Andy Butler again looking big and strong at the back and Paul Downing seeming happy to take a lead from our former skipper. A busy first half from Chambers and a super display from young Reece Flanagan (again) until he ran out of steam in the second half. And Romaine Sawyers seems to have his mojo back. Until last week lacking in confidence and off the pace he deservedly took the man-of-the-match award last week and is again busy and effective.

Romaine Sawyers

 

Bristol City wearing an unusual strip: purple shirts and green shorts. Not sure if this is an away strip, but I am used to associating The Robins with red and white. My favourite colour is purple, so, while this is an unfashionable combination, especially with the bright orange boots some of the team are wearing, I find myself liking the team. But it’s a league One Game, not a catwalk show, although it has a couple of pantomime moments. The first of which is a moment of comedy that became semi-tragedy (and could have gone terribly wrong!): keeper O’Donnell, keen to get on with the game took a free kick (simply too early and without thinking) which, poorly directed, came off the back of a walking away City striker. Fortunately for him – and Walsall – it didn’t rebound into the net. O’Donnell shouted furiously, gesticulated dramatically – and the ref booked the Bristol player for not being ten yards away when the kick was taken. Poor refereeing, but we smiled.

A little later, Wilbrahim, one of the taller Bristol players, stooping down to control the ball was touched by the boot of a Walsall defender. He went down dramatically – no call for such over acting – and the defender was booked. I am guessing it was for “foot up” but this was not the case. We stopped smiling!

 

Former Everton and Man.Utd. manager David Moyes was a the game apparently. He played for Bristol City once upon a time – or he has been invited to take over the youth team at Walsall (just a joke Mr Moyes, honest) – take your pick..

Although he wasn’t getting much of the ball, the Bristol winger, number 23 Joe Bryan looked useful and cut into the penalty box to score a neat goal after eleven minutes. We did not panic, even on the field, keeping up a steady stream towards the Bristol goal. Some fine passing movements, mixing short and long passes and good raiding by our full backs.

Some substitutions followed: Bradshaw off (perhaps injured) and Cook coming on and Flanagan off and Clifford on, finally Baxendale off and Manset on. Some more fine play, Walsall showing no lack of confidence now after good wins over the past few weeks and a great passing movement saw Romaine Sawyers (on duty again this week for St Kitts) hit a sweet and powerful drive into the net.

Also noteworthy was the substitution of the assistant referee, who went down in a tangle after a tussle between Jordan Cook and a Bristol defender. It took an embarrassingly long time for the substitute official to appear. And once he was on Bristol City decided to make a substitution. Why, so suddenly when they had just had something like six minutes to get it done?

 

Game finished one all. Satisfyingly good performances from the Saddlers; getting better. I expect Bristol City, with their attitude and professional play will be in the promotion race at the end of the season … but this is football.

A great afternoon’s entertainment.

I have been invited to join I.C.A.D. as a guest for the match they will perhaps sponsor (at home against Barnsley on December 13th) and we also talked about going to Rochdale on Tuesday for the Johnson’s Paint Trophy game.

Watch this space!

Bristol City wearing an unusual strip: purple shirts and green shorts. Not sure if this is an away strip, but I am used to associating The Robins with red and white. My favourite colour is purple, so, while this is an unfashionable combination, especially with the bright orange boots some of the team are wearing, I find myself liking the team. But it’s a league One Game, not a catwalk show, although it has a couple of pantomime moments. The first of which is a moment of comedy that became semi-tragedy (and could have gone terribly wrong!): keeper O’Donnell, keen to get on with the game took a free kick (simply too early and without thinking) which, poorly directed, came off the back of a walking away City striker. Fortunately for him – and Walsall – it didn’t rebound into the net. O’Donnell shouted furiously, gesticulated dramatically – and the ref booked the Bristol player for not being ten yards away when the kick was taken. Poor refereeing, but we smiled!

A little later, Wilbrahim, one of the taller Bristol players, stooping down to control the ball was touched by the boot of a Walsall defender. He went down dramatically – no call for such over acting – and the defender was booked. I am guessing it was for “foot up” but this was not the case. We stopped smiling!

Former Everton and Man.Utd. manager David Moyes was a the game apparently. He played for Bristol City once upon a time – or he has been invited to take over the youth team at Walsall (just a joke Mr Moyes, honest) – take your pick..

Although he wasn’t getting much of the ball, the Bristol winger, number 23 Joe Bryan looked useful and cut into the penalty box to score a neat goal after eleven minutes. We did not panic, even on the field, keeping up a steady stream towards the Bristol goal. Some fine passing movements, mixing short and long passes and good raiding by our full backs.

Jordan-Cook

Some substitutions followed: Bradshaw off (perhaps injured) and Cook coming on and Flanagan off and Clifford on, finally Baxendale off and Manset on. Some more fine play, Walsall showing no lack of confidence now after good wins over the past few weeks and a great passing movement saw Romaine Sawyers (on duty again this week for St Kitts) hit a sweet and powerful drive into the net.

Also noteworthy was the substitution of the assistant referee, who went down in a tangle after a tussle between Jordan Cook and a Bristol defender. It took an embarrassingly long time for the substitute official to appear. And once he was on Bristol City decided to make a substitution. Why, so suddenly when they had just had something like six minutes to get it done?

Game finished one all. Satisfyingly good performances from the Saddlers; getting better. I expect Bristol City, with their attitude and professional play will be in the promotion race at the end of the season … but this is football.

A great afternoon’s entertainment.

I have been invited to join I.C.A.D. as a guest for the match they will perhaps sponsor (at home against Barnsley on December 13th) and we also talked about going to Rochdale on Tuesday for the Johnson’s Paint Trophy game.

Watch this space!

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Games

Bristol City (home)

I am just setting this down (or a first draft* of it anyway) after watching an absorbing second half of extra time in this year’s F.A. Cup semi-final between Arsenal and Wigan Athletic. Wigan, last year’s winners are in the Championship this year and lost in the penalty shoot-out.

I arrived at the banks’ Stadium with plenty of time to spare. Time to collect a ticket ordered and efficiently saved by the friendly box office team (thanks to each and all), time to get in and find a seat, take of my coat and ponder the Hillsborough disaster (25 years ago on Tuesday to be date-specific).

How would you cope with going to another football match if you had lost friends or relatives at that game? If you had been in the stadium, in that fateful Leppings Lane End yourself? I thought about this for a good twenty minutes (an, truth to tell, I am still considering it as I type). The terrible, terrible pressure and events inside the ground while it was going on. The attempts to save people, lifting them up to the higher terraces, passing children up the fence, straddling the fence to reach down …

All bad enough.

But the facts which have since emerged are, if it is possible, shades worse.

The attempts to blame (no other word will fit the facts now coming to light for me) innocent people who had gone to watch a game. To, at best, suggest they were bent on trouble, had done something wrong, tried to get in without tickets, were drunk, were badly behaved hooligans.

The changing of evidences given, the manipulation of times and timelines …

Said simply at the beginning of a minute’s silence (a mark of deep respect) at today’s game in the following words:

“Twenty five years ago, ninety six Liverpool fans went to a game and didn’t make it home afterwards …”

Poignant words, saying it like it was. I am not sure whether this was a scripted piece and the same words read out at every ground … but it was completely silent inside the stadium. I could hear the lorries growling their ways up and down the nearby M6. It seems these days I am more affected by these memorial silences. Perhaps it is a sign of maturity/old age, but in joining in with the “respectful silence” I was engaged with it. Those poor people, those poor families and friends – then and now. So may lives ended (shocking thing that: ended!) so many lives changed: immediately then and still now.

Ended by the referee’s whistle and the game began. Bristol City, in some danger of relegation had bought a big host of fans. Crowded in and noisy behind the goals. Some good banter across the length of the pitch.

Bristol City song: “More fans than you’ve got,

                                We’ve got more fans than you’ve got.”

Walsall reply; “More points than you’ve got …”

Sharp start from both teams in the bright sunshine. We’re a passing team playing shapes and passes like the Premiership clubs do and I love to watch the skill; the way Walsall players know where another one is going to be. It hasn’t always been that way. I am pleased that it is now. We’re even having some decent shots at goal.

Bristol City are struggling to stay in League One. But they struggle purposefully. They close down, harry and while we look confident they slowly but surely peg us back. Still fine passing but a long way from their goals. And, once or twice the defence looks under pressure and I’m thinking those “if only” thoughts.

“If only we had a way of scoring from our possession … if only we had a striker (be damned to the who-to-leave-out quandary) … if only we could give the defence some breathing space by netting early on …”

There’s some kind of nonsense across on the left wing. Ngoo, on loan from Liverpool, is fouled (apparently) and the big centre half who did it ends up on the floor. hold your breath. Is it a red card? Ngoo looks furious. but the referee is lenient and simply gives him a yellow card. the referee lets quite a few things go actually (dives (and there are a lot of those from Bristol City) and fouls) but it adds a bit of old-fashioned needle to the game.

And while I’m thinking Andy Taylor, befuddled by a stray ball in the box, tries to turn and clear (at least that’s what I think he was doing) and trips up a Bristol City striker. Did I mention it was in the penalty area. Sam Baldock stepped up and scored and their fans were delighted – and noisy. Who can blame ‘em. Getting themselves out of trouble, setting themselves up for another crack at us next season to, I shouldn’t wonder.

Walsall v Bristol City

It’s a woeful traipse into the lounge. Nobody’s asking for season tickets any more.

Second half? How many times have we seen this? We’ve gone behind so we step up the pace, the aggression, the momentum.  Ngoo goes down in the box … penalty. Who is going to take it? Our usual Mr Football penalty taker is suspended, remember?

Ngoo had a crack at one way back and missed. Sam Mantom, like a twenty first century Alf Tupper places the ball on the spot. We’re happy with that. He’s got a powerful shot, scored some useful ones from outside the box. Steps up, places the ball (not power-blasting it) and the goalkeeper has time to make the save look effortless.

Heads go down.

Brandy is everywhere, Baxendale looks sharp, but cannot get forwards, Sawyers is his usual irritatingly talented but casual self.

Walsall v Bristol City

McQuilkin comes on, plays with ferocity and determination and it’s furious, furious, furious. Another long last minute.

Nothing will of nothing come and Cully’s been saying “pointless” all game. A good prediction. We are! And, almost certainly out of the play-off stakes now.

BBC radio WM informs me on the way back in the car that we have now won fourteen games, drawn fourteen and – you’ve guessed it – lost fourteen. Consistent or what.

Elsewhere, Wolves have beaten Crewe (away) to clinch promotion. Good luck the them, Kenny Jackett has turned the club around (no easy task).

*Actually I let most of it stand as I typed it: a few typos to tweak and punctuation errors. Oh and I did just say something good about Wolverhampton Wanderers and let it stay in.

Photos courtesy of Bristol Post.

 

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