Sunday, 20th September, 2015
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Friday began with a day’s work in Tamworth: a fine warm day, autumnal misty roads on the journey there. But my new Android ‘phone is turned off while I am work so I missed the calls about he Peterborough game, but managed to catch a lift anyway …
Evening at the Garrick Theatre in Lichfield: Dracula’s Ghost (the Don’t Go Into the Cellar Theatre Company’s original work) had two actors playing a variety of roles (costumes and accents) which linked the death of Bram Stoker to a host of characters, real and imagined (Sherlock Holmes, Irene Adler, Jack the Ripper, Dr Moreau, Dorian Gray included). Particularly good I imagine if you could catch all of the allusions; though I did wonder what the no-more than thirteen year old lad with his mother made of it all.
Saturday morning, thinking about getting to Rugeley on time I was interrupted by a ‘phone call offering free horse muck at the allotment. Not able to resist so was a little late making the rendezvous (I needed a decent wash after all didn’t I?).
But a good steady drive; humour, exchange of information, opinion and discussion on a second fine autumn day: Pompeii, the rules of rugby (England beat Fiji and, in some way I do not understand yet, got bonus points for … well something or other), ticket prices at Posh (“it’ll cost me more to get into the Peterborough Walsall game than it will to watch Chelsea on Wednesday evening!”), allergies, careers, further education salaries … the miles pass by and we park opposite the one-time London Road (now the ABAX) stadium in the car park (for a fiver) of the Peacock pub. Couple of beers each in a friendly atmosphere. There is a mixture of fans in the bar and outside, all ages and everybody smiling and getting on well. Most of the Walsall crowd are resplendent in the new away kit (getting used to the rather smart white and blue shirts now) and a boy no higher than my hips is trying to hit the dartboard as part of a game. Good to see and the two lagers help to cool the throat.
But once in the ground there are only Balti pies and I decide to go hungry.
The stadium looks good in a temporary modern kind of way. But the seats in the stand where we come to rest are genuine antiques: hinged wooden seats shaved to contour your bum and wooden back rests screwed to the rusting iron framework which has been concreted – more than once by the look of it – into the ground. Amazingly they are both roomy and comfortable in a way plastic copies are not – or is that just wishful thinking?
It is inevitable of course that the club will put their efforts into making home fans comfortable first – we smile, we have of course seen both better and worse than this but then … as we settle down the back section of the chair in front of the driver breaks off and he suddenly has enviable leg-room.
While we sit high up under the roof the game, in bright sunlight is at best mediocre, passing and possession pretty equal if a little uninspired. We are not sure why Milan Lalkovic isn’t starting, what role the up-to-now-improving Flanagan is taking on and why, oh why the exciting Kieron Morris is still not in the starting line-up. Reece Flanagan in this game seems to be once again – going for a more complicated pass than is needed. Andy Taylor and Rico Henry are spreading the paly well, but most of our wing play is via Demetriou who is so far forward he is in and out of the Posh penalty area.
Romaine Sawyers is another payer getting better (perhaps until I publish this, but hopefully not) by the game. I am impressed that he is now more committed to chasing back, harrying and winning the ball – something I have criticised him for in the not too distant past. Sam Mantom too is influential. And by half time, while not impressed at least we are not losing – and Peterborough look to be there for the taking. We drink a coffee in the shade; stand up to ease the cramp in our legs – the seats not so comfortable then.
Second half begins with the same, but bursts into drama as Rico henry – typically energetic and busy-busy-busy distracts the defence when sawyers takes a pass and opts to cut inside. As the defence parts he hammers the ball solidly into the net, defying the goalkeeper’s stretching fngers on the way. A fine goal, well deserved on his performance too. Then during a break in play when players “take on water/energy drinks/refreshment” Peterborough’s Jermaine Anderson, in a seeming fit of anger hurls the water bottle at either the assistant referee or at the crowd (his own fans). While it may have been a rush of blood moment there is no doubt in my mind it was no accident (as will be claimed in his defence later). But the result is a prolonged discussion between the fourth official and the referee who shows the nineteen year old the red card. He is amazed and seeks support from both Peterborough and Walsall players. But I can count on the fingers of a snail how many times a rfereee has changed his mind once a decision is made and – eventually he leaves the pitch.
“Where’s your water gone?” is the gleeful chant of the Saddlers Choir to something like the tune of Chirpy Chirpy Cheep Cheep’s “Where’s Your Momma Gone?”
Neil Etheridge, whose skills, bravery and commitment perhaps kept us in the game during the first half is developing into a fine keeper. Once he has made a decision he will stick to it, he is agile, has that courage/craziness that defines goalkeepers and works well with the defence, who are pushing forward to get a second goal. But Peterborough, now a man down are pumping long balls up past our defenders.
Tom Bradshaw (“suffering a slight groin strain”) is taken off, Jordan Cook comes on – and we appear to go to a four defender line up. To be caught out as Posh forward Bostwick falls over Etheridge when both are challenging for the ball and the referee goes for the easy way out after maybe re-thinking sending Anderson off opts for a penalty. Me? Not sure but definitely no criticism of Etheridge – even if he doesn’t save the spot kick. We head towards the exits, close enough to feel the smack as a last second powerhouse shot from Sam Mantom rattles the Peterborough crossbar.
Radio puts us second in the league table, with promoted this season Burton Albion top.
Great chat on the way back about whether to risk Bradshaw – if he’s injured – at all in the Wednesday game against Chelsea…
… and the first episode of the new series of Dr Who (who made Davros?)