Post by hendo on Nov 18, 2019 9:31:28 GMT
Another wet Saturday, another postponement, another chance to watch someone else.
I plumped for the new Badshot Lea ground where the team has, at last, found a permanent home after being a cuckoo club for a decade.
If you haven’t been, the pitch itself is superb. It is so flat and level that at first glance it could pass for a 3G surface.
The surroundings are a little more basic but to get sufficient finance raised and planning approved for the project is a major triumph in itself. Well done to them.
The Baggies had a couple of old Gs at the back, Ashley Lloyd and skipper Liam Roberts and standing among the coaching staff was either the winner or close runner-up at last year’s Gavin Smith lookalike competition.
Talking of standing, I believe a team is allowed two of their coaching staff on their feet in the technical area. Badshot had six, but the foetal ref didn’t seem to mind, but then he was nearing his bedtime and had dropped his teddy in the mud.
The game against Molesey was fast, skilful and played in a good spirit. Badshot created lots of scoring chances but hadn’t been told that it’s standard practise to then actually take a shot, obviously believing they could win on artistic impression.
It was a particularly ‘shouty’ game, with everyone constantly bawling at everyone else. There were the usual old favourites of ‘How many more times ref!’, ‘Keep your shape!’ and a new one for me ‘attack the shirt!’. No idea what that means, except it must be laundry based.
The Molesey keeper gets my vote for top-mouth of the day. He started screaming just before kick-off and, assuming he continued in the dressing room at the break, didn’t stop until some seconds after the final whistle by which time his voice was so hoarse, he sounded like a telephone sex offender with laryngitis. I particularly enjoyed the fact that his instructions were often shouted after the play had actually stopped, giving the whole match the feel of some badly dubbed Hong Kong kung fu movie.
Molesey won 2-0 and I checked; they do serve Bovril.
I plumped for the new Badshot Lea ground where the team has, at last, found a permanent home after being a cuckoo club for a decade.
If you haven’t been, the pitch itself is superb. It is so flat and level that at first glance it could pass for a 3G surface.
The surroundings are a little more basic but to get sufficient finance raised and planning approved for the project is a major triumph in itself. Well done to them.
The Baggies had a couple of old Gs at the back, Ashley Lloyd and skipper Liam Roberts and standing among the coaching staff was either the winner or close runner-up at last year’s Gavin Smith lookalike competition.
Talking of standing, I believe a team is allowed two of their coaching staff on their feet in the technical area. Badshot had six, but the foetal ref didn’t seem to mind, but then he was nearing his bedtime and had dropped his teddy in the mud.
The game against Molesey was fast, skilful and played in a good spirit. Badshot created lots of scoring chances but hadn’t been told that it’s standard practise to then actually take a shot, obviously believing they could win on artistic impression.
It was a particularly ‘shouty’ game, with everyone constantly bawling at everyone else. There were the usual old favourites of ‘How many more times ref!’, ‘Keep your shape!’ and a new one for me ‘attack the shirt!’. No idea what that means, except it must be laundry based.
The Molesey keeper gets my vote for top-mouth of the day. He started screaming just before kick-off and, assuming he continued in the dressing room at the break, didn’t stop until some seconds after the final whistle by which time his voice was so hoarse, he sounded like a telephone sex offender with laryngitis. I particularly enjoyed the fact that his instructions were often shouted after the play had actually stopped, giving the whole match the feel of some badly dubbed Hong Kong kung fu movie.
Molesey won 2-0 and I checked; they do serve Bovril.
