Wednesday, 26 November 2014

25.11.14 Benfield (H)

There was a sense of optimism when The Boy Mark picked me and the chair up for the midweek encounter. Whitley had surprised everybody by coming from behind to beat Alnwick Town in the Northumberland Senior Cup 6-4. They then followed this up with an away win in the cherished FA Vase at Congleton Town - 1-0.
Unfortunately the win had come at a cost in terms of injuries and the count of first team players injured now stood at nine so the youngsters would have to be thrown in. 
Once we had shuffled over to our usual spot there was a surprise as we were joined by our standing chums: Bob, Moira and Paul.
Don't mess!
Bob and Moira were friends of Paul's dad: David, who unfortunately died last year but was a regular at the Bay games. We would always chat and joke our way through the games. More often than not we would miss crucial moments because of wide ranging conversations from tree cutting, passing bird formations to football. Bob and Moira both have a passion for non league football, and have had for years, and despite living in Whitley often go to watch North Shields, not something I approved of, which kept the non-league football debates lively. Moira's loyalty often slips when Whitley are struggling and will take such opportunities to announce, (on a too regular basis) that she would be transferring her allegiances if there wasn't an improvement: a great stirrer, not just during her career as a dinner lady. Now retired she regularly tells us about her adventures with a free bus pass and how much she enjoys retired life and freedom: particularly galling during midweek matches when work beckons the next day. 
Big crowd tonight!
Paul is the Bay Stato!
Paul on the other hand is our Stato. Regularly quoting matchday programme facts and internet research about both Whitley and non-league football. It took me a while to work out where he got the obscure match facts from until I read each and every one of them at home in the programme. His ability to memorise so many facts in a short space of time is certainly impressive and often enlivens dull matches.
 Unfortunately, the rest of Whitley had not shared our enthusiasm for tonight's action as a smaller than usual number of souls braved the dark and cold to come to Hillheads. The draw of Manchester City against Bayern Munich on the TV proving too much. As it was 195 was better than a lot of the attendances around the Northern League.

The referee tonight was one Rebecca Welch from Washinigton (according to the programme's teamsheet). It was always good to see a female referee  but from the outset it was obvious that the visitors didn't share my enthusiasm as they swore at most of her decisions and took every opportunity to challenge her authority. Trying to let the game flow and avoid sending anyone off she preferred to talk to them in an authoritative voice. As the game wore on the barracking went on and Moira questioned whether a male referee would have put up with it: especially when one decision was met by a Benfield player screaming:
Tightest shorts of the season?
 "@%$£ off linesman.." across the pitch
An older head, whether male or female, might well have taken action at that point, I replied. Having said that the match didn't get out of control and did flow so she got that right.
The other major talking point was the state of the Whitley Bay kit which seems to have been worn ever since the first Wembley Vase appearance in 2009. Young Ryan Kielte must have been last into the dressing room as he had to wear the tightest shorts of the season. Despite this inconvenience he managed to turn in a commanding performance on what we thought was his debut and was roundly cheered by Moira whenever he drove forward - which wasn't often. Despite Ryan's best efforts, it was Benfield who took the lead and although Whitley huffed and puffed at the Newcastle door, they couldn't blow it in. Favourite Chow was clearly struggling ("He's injured..." Bob told us every few minutes) yet as always happened when we started questioning the Chow's inclusion he popped up with a cracking goal to silence his critics, ie us.
The second half saw a flying (literally) tackle  from Whitley end in a converted penalty and just when Whitley looked like they were going to equalise, disaster struck as the third visiting goal dropped in.
Paul added his own statistic, gleaned from the programme earlier, as he shouted:
The Boy Mark cautiously celebrates
the second Whitley goal.
"Come on Whitley, Benfield haven't won away all season, you can't let them beat you." Obviously I hadn't studied the programme enough as this fact had eluded me: no dedication!
This, and the arrival of youngster Tom Potter for Chow and not so young Steve Foster  had galvanised the team... they woke up and battered Benfield. It all seemed too little too late though as the clock ticked away. Watling's hard work was rewarded with a goal but there still didn't seem much hope. There was a delay in play caused by one of the Benfield defender's kicking the ball off the pitch because "...it was £$%&!".  Again there was no booking as the same ball was returned to be played with. However, that ball didn't last long as at the next opportunity the same defender booted it over the stand to avoid playing with it. 
Wild, celebrating fans!
This seemed to do the trick for Whitley as the next ball found its way into the Benfield net via Godsmark. I would have been delighted with a draw but there was more to come as the angry Benfield players lost all control: this time Watling scoring. 
When your team has come back from the dead to lead, you always want one of two things: either for the final whistle to blow or to score another to make it safe. We got our preferred wish. With the goalkeeper stranded in the Bay penalty area the ball was launched forward. The chase was on between Whitley forward (rumoured to be Robbie Bird although my eyes weren't that good because of the tears of joy that had filled them) and the Benfield keeper. Unfortunately for the racing keeper, a Benfield defender came to help out and cleared it straight onto the knee of his team mate. The ball fell kindly for Whitley as Robbie ended up running through on goal before scoring past both defender and keeper. I even stood up to clap...and quickly wished I hadn't. Happy days! 




Saturday, 15 November 2014

Whitley Bay v Shildon November 15th


Shildon (h) 15th November 2014

Having missed the previous week's draw away to Ashington (a 1-1 draw snatched by the Colliers in added time as well as a Robinson sending off) I was expecting great things from the Bay today. However for my first home game since herniagate, me and the Boy Mark would be joined by my faithful folding chair so that I could watch the game from my usual vantage spot in the newish stand rather than sitting in the cramped main seated stand with its pillar-obscured view.
Despite the lack of Premiership and Championship football, because of the international matches, there didn't seem to be that many fans in the ground so I was able to set up camp near my usual spot.
There was only time for a quick scan of the teamsheet before the game kicked off and the first time I looked up the ball rolled into Whitley's net.
Strangely dancing linesman....
"This is going to be a long afternoon." promised the bloke in the flat cap next to us and indeed it was. Shildon ran the show but on the occasions that they managed to get possession, Whitley showed glimpses of good play and came close on a couple of occasions. The referee bottled a potential sending off after one of the visitors kicked out at Robo, an incident that was spotted by the linesman but still went unpunished. Disaster struck next as the referee's watch stopped and once again I looked up from checking the time to see Shildon celebrating their second goal. The second the game was restarted by Whitley the half time whistle was blown...strange timing that.

A hobble around to our usual second half spot meant I could lean on the barrier. Maybe there would be a change of luck yet there would be no difference as Whitley struggled to make any meaningful efforts: ex-Whitley keeper Kyle Hayes, in the Shildon goal, becoming a virtual spectator for long periods of the game. The Bellend Choir behind his goal watched silently, deprived of even the occasional tingle of its famous bell: sadly missing today.
Unfortunately for the Boy Mark and I, our afternoon was made even more unbearable as the Shildon fans behind us got louder and more excited: well actually only one of them did: a young woman (younger than me anyway). She gave us enlightened inputs on a constant loop:
"Turn him...man on yer back....don't let him... (he didn't)...go to him...get rid..."
She then added her own variations on the players' names and this reached a peak when Lee Chapman (not the Lee Chapman) was introduced to the field of play "come on Chapper...Chaps....Chappsie..." This got worse when the third Shildon goal sped past Gladstone in the Whitley goal and her cries were joined by another visiting fan in the main stand who constantly cried out in a long and drawn out manner: "C'mon on Shildon".
....and a thundering headache.
I once again failed to spot their fourth and fifth goals going in and it was a subdued crowd that left Hillheads.
Tears on the way home.
With Robinson suspended for the following week's FA Vase the chances of our season's excitement ending in the next week looked a distinct possibility. The boy Mark even mentioned the R word: surely we weren't that bad were we?
The prospect of watching the England v Slovenia match improved my mood slightly...until it started and then it became re-run of Whitley's performance and the fact that Strictly Come Dancing would follow after it made matters worse.
Would things have been better if I had worn odd shoes again? Or if Mark hadn't forgotten his hat? Who knows? The responsibilities of a football fan were all too apparent!






Sunday, 2 November 2014

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Saturday, 1 November 2014

Bedlington Terriers (a) FA vase

My first blog as the Bay blogger coincides with the first round of the FA Vase - away to Bedlington Terriers. The long trip from Whitley to Bedlington was attempted by the daring duo of TheBoyMark and myself. Our first trip together since an extremely dull defeat at Dunston meant we were not confident of winning although last weekend's  2-1 win away to the might of Guisborough offered a bit of hope.
We had visited the home of the Woof Woof Terriers (who let the dogs out) earlier on in the season and had enjoyed the last twenty minutes that night when 2 sendings off and three goals had woken up a forgettable game. Bedlington had the finest of score boards (that looked totally out of place) and we were looking forward to seeing it in glorious technicolour action again.
At the moment an imminent operation on a hernia (not saying who but it isn't TheBoyMark) means that we get to watch games from the relative comfort of the main stand seats, just as long as as I don't jump up too quickly. There was a heated discussion amongst ourselves and a couple of old guys supporting Bedlington about the fans who had decided to take their place in the main stand in front of us but then decided to stand: what did they think this was? The Premiership? Go and stand anywhere else we thought but they never moved.
1-0 get in!
There was excitement as new boy Adam Reed, signed from Darlington, took his place on the wing (although TheBoyMark was annoyed that the team didn't line up as per the fancy Facebook page graphic..."Reed is on the wing not Robinson..." Although we both agreed that the Twitter and Facebook pages had stepped up a notch and would become an even bigger part in our bay-following career. Well done guys, keep up the good work!
There had only been a diving header from Robinson to get excited about when a Robo flick ended up at Bird's feet who then found Watling. No mistake! The jumping celebration did nothing for the hernia.
As the second half opened up it became increasingly obvious that new boy Reed wasn't having the best of games. The bay fan I had talked to outside the portacabin toilets was even less impressed than us but as Mark reminded me it was only his first game and he was out of position - according to the bible Facebook page! The floodlights finally came on to cheers as money was found for the meter and the game stepped up a gear. A Robo penalty conversion got us on our feet and sparked the scoreboard into life with a great goal celebration that continued for the next ten minutes - it seemed like a rogue Whitley fan had jumped into the control booth as I had never seen a home scoreboard so excited to see their team go further behind in a game: it is touches like that that make the Northern League such a welcoming place! However, our Bedlington mates just blamed the "two old guys who run everything in the ground". A few minutes later it was Watling again as the scoreboard carried on enjoying the Whitley goals. With the score at 3-0 new boy Reedie took a rest but we started worrying as Bedlington seemed to wake up and scored...although we were too busy checking on Championship scores to notice so according to us there was no goal! The best goal was saved til last as Wato delightfully lobbed the keeper from the edge of the penalty area for his hat trick. Through to the second round of the vase in spectacular fashion.
There was a moment of nostalgia for TheBoyMark as we left the ground: he compared the packed crowds pouring away to his beloved Bolton Road in Blackburn (who had also won: 3-1): even down to the blue and white scarves he sighed.
The drive home was livened up with the delights of Green day (Welcoming us to paradise) and AFI as we discussed that there had been no Chow...who would have thought that the Bay would have been so clinical in his absence?
A visit to a Foo Fighters tribute band beckoned to TheBoyMark while fixing a broken shower door was waiting for me but when I took my shoes off to relax with a cup of tea, I noticed the reason for our victory:
 A sign of old age? Will I always have to wear odd shoes to games?

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