Lane Cove West 4, Northbridge B 2

19 May 2007, Blackman Lower

 

Twice in the last 13 days we’ve played really well. A week ago last Sunday, we took what is still the only point conceded by Monash all season. Just like today, we then went a goal down, but recovered by playing good football with passion and commitment.

 

But in the middle – last week – we were crap: lost to Greenwich who had (and still have) lost to everyone else and had otherwise scored two goals all season (still have).

 

What is it that makes the difference? Discuss.

 

Is it that the team we lost to were lowly, and we play better when the other side are flying high?

 

Or is James?! After all, he’s the only one of us who played the two good games and not the bad one! (If so, the bad news is that he’s missing three of the next four games).

 

Back to today. We had our 4th 4-2 result in 6 games. But this time, finally, it was us with the 4, and it makes for a much happier post-game mood (eg I insisted on shaking hands with a Northbridge player who then told me that he hadn’t actually played in our game!).

 

Despite our pre-game resolve to avoid our usual slow start (and Howard arriving fired up from arguing with officialdom at his son’s game), we were soon a needless goal down. Again we backed off from a forward who picked a spot in the corner of the goal (this week, top left; last week, bottom left) to leave Tony with no chance. 0-1. Déjà vu revisited again.

 

But a crucial change in the plot came next. We attacked strongly (following Bob’s pre-game advice to loft the ball into their area) and had quite a few chances. And it was Bob himself (fittingly) who rose to a cross beautifully flighted from the right by Mark S (I think). Bob’s header was a classic: downwards and back across the goal, just inside the post, and rather than 0-2 (which is what customarily follows 0-1), it was 1-1.

 

Better was to come very soon after. Following a strong run by Phil, we got a corner on the right, which James banged smartly into Bob who matter-of-factly stroked it roughly where the header had gone; and it was 2-1. Two simple but elegant goals, and regular readers will know already who was the man-of-the-match today!

 

But it could have been more, and our afternoon could have turned very rosy much sooner than it ultimately did.

 

We were now carving their defence apart regularly (how had they conceded only 5 goals in 5 games?). Mark S and James and I (trying all three pairing combinations) found lots of space. Just behind us in midfield Bob, Phil, John C, Peter & Dave (in fewer than all of the numerous combinations of four from six) marauded happily.

 

And only a few minutes later, Bob had a chance to round off a hat-trick so quick that the statisticians would have been reaching for their…statistics. An easier chance fell to him, very near the same spot as goal two. But there were two vital differences. Firstly, there was a defender in close attendance. And secondly, Bob missed the ball completely and ended up sprawled on the ground. But he still had the presence of mind to scramble the ball across to me, in front of the goal, 8 yards out, all alone, keeper to beat. The miss of the season, so far, I was told at half-time: side-footed over the bar – by some distance.

 

But on we steamed, and it seemed only time before we scored a few more. Another good chance went begging when a good lob (from Tim, I think: certainly he has been specializing in them recently) blinded a defender, and dropped in front of me as I saw again the whites of the keeper’s eyes. But maybe I should have concentrated on the ball, not the eyes. The ball dropped in front of me, it’s true. But didn’t make it to the ground: instead, it hit my knee, and rolled gently to safety.

 

So 2-1 it was at half-time, and I, for one, wondered if our time had come and gone. I was already half thinking about what I would write if they stormed back and we lost 4-2 again after all. (“I blame myself. Everyone else does, too…”).

 

But I should have had faith in the stats. Despite our troubled record overall, we’ve scored in every second half, and lost only one of them.

 

And so it was to be again. But only after we had withstood Northbridge’s best period, and a lot of worry. They seemed to get more of the ball, and had quite a few promising moves. But Tony was resolute in goal, and the stand-out performance of the half was Jon B at sweeper. His anticipation was faultless, and, with sterling support from Eric, Tim, Steve B & Martin, Northbridge’s chances were kept mostly to long-range ones.

 

Howard, meantime, moved into midfield (thus almost completing a full set of positions in the last two games), maintained the rage from the morning game, and blasted one shot that achieved bar height roughly as it crossed the penalty spot, and orbit somewhere over the car park.

 

But I jump ahead. What was needed to relieve the tension was a goal from us, and who better to score it than he who had missed two sitters in the first half? Mark S chased a through ball on the right, and despite a harrying defender, squared it for me in the centre. All alone again, but this time I fired it across the keeper and into the bottom right corner. I was a bit disappointed by the lack of reaction – the avoidance of eye contact, even - until I realized that almost everyone else thought I’d missed (again) The power of the shot (or possibly the weakness of the knots) had caused the net to come adrift, the ball was off under the trees and Dave Irvine, the linesman, had his flag up. But this turned out to be his signal that a really good goal had been scored, and it was 3-1, and time to breathe a bit easier.

 

But not to ease up: definitely not. On we pressed, and were rewarded again.

 

As their full-back said to me after the game: “your blond-headed forward really wanted the ball and was really hard to mark”. James it was of whom he spoke, and true it was. He now battled on the right, and got the ball across to Peter, in full flow. I was standing in my now customary lonely position in the area, and conveying to Peter that if he gave the ball to me, I’d be really quite pleased. But Peter had a much better idea: jink a bit, create a space, and knock it into the far corner himself: a fourth well-executed goal, and 4-1 to us.

 

The story gets a little spoilt at this point. We did eased up a little, and a series of rebounds in our area left a forward with an easy chance, and it was 4-2 with ten minutes or so to go. That was the end of the scoring, but continuing our policy of defending by attacking, it was we who looked the more likely to add to the goal feast in the closing minutes.

 

Bob was man-of-the-match, of course; Peter was second & Mark S third

 

So, a very satisfying result. Three of the four teams below us lost. We’re still sixth, but now only five points from both third and fourth. Next week we play West Pymble B: danger, they’re below us! (but only by a point).

 

Thanks to Stuart Marshall for sensible refereeing & David Irvine for running the line; also to Howard & Mark S for officiating the As; and to John S for refereeing all-age at 3pm; finally, as ever, to Tim for the beers

 

MARK BRYANT