CODICOTE 1-3 WINGATE & FINCHLEY (Tuesday 16th July 2013) As I exited the M1 at junction 8 to go across country I was feeling quite content and smug, the sun was blazing away happily in the sky, my phone was performing admirably as an impromptu Sat-Nav and the Blue Gods (in Yellow) were due to play tonight at a ground I previously had not visited. Fast forward half an hour and the sun was still blazing happily in the sky, my phone has over heated and ceased functioning, I’m lost somewhere in the middle of Welwyn Garden City and I can’t find a parking space for love nor money and little did I know at this point the Blue Gods (in Yellow) were playing at a completely different ground to the one I was attempting to head for. Oh and did I mention the petrol light on my dashboard is flashing away and as far as I can tell there isn’t a single petrol station in the whole of Welwyn Sodding Garden City. After driving around for the best part of half an hour, with sweat cascading from my forehead I found a fairly reasonable car park within striking distance of the train station (to pick up the Pea Fiend and Freyda), a petrol station and the Gosling Stadium where allegedly Wingate & Finchley would be kicking off a 7pm. Eventually Tom and Freyda turned up and we got in the motor and drove happily to The Gosling Stadium where we parked up and took a leisurely stroll in the general direction of the ground, as we approached something didn’t quite smell right. Maybe it was the fact that it was 25 minutes to kick off and the pitch and adjacent running track was full of athletes of all ages happily running around in the scorching sun, or perhaps it was the fact that serial pitch invader Paul Lerman was to be found standing near the ground looking confused. As we approached Paul we were duly informed that the match would not be taking place at the Gosling Stadium and the new venue was as yet unknown, now seeing as the game was due to kick off in around 20 minutes time this wasn’t exactly music to my ears. Many phone calls were attempted and failed to glean the relevant information pertaining to the replacement venue. Just as I was resigning myself to giving up on watching the game and heading off home disappointed, Peter managed to get through the manager himself, Neils’ gave Peter the address of new venue and we all rushed in the direction of Codicote village. Paul and I took his mini were Mr Lerman managed to dispel the myth that men cannot multi task by simultaneously taking a phone call (hands free of course) and following directions on his sat nav and we were soon arriving at the venue where luckily the game had yet to kick off. Unfortunately the other party containing Peter, Tom and Freyda were currently heading up the A1M in the wrong direction and missed the opening 10 minutes. The game didn’t start particularly well for The Blue Gods, who were putting in a slightly pedestrian performance. With the exception of the ever lively Dean Mason the Cod defense appeared to be handling our offense play with relative ease, whilst launching more than presentable counter attacks of their own. Just as Peter’s car arrived in the car park the hosts took the lead when a Cod forward finished well following a misunderstanding between Weathers and the trialist goalkeeper. Dean Mason apart we didn’t really create anything of note for the remainder of the first period and were in fact grateful to our keeper to keep deficit at a single goal. The half time entertainment was diverse in the extreme and included some advanced bell ringing, Freyda deciding to try and eat the unknown fruit growing on the trees behind the goal and Tom attempting to gate crash a 10 year olds birthday party. The Blue Gods (in Yellow) came out for the second period which much more purpose following several substitutions and began to take control of the game. Bobby Smith who came on at half time barely touched the ball during his time on the pitch. Wingate leveled the scores following a fleet footed marauding run down the left from Ryan Sellars, he outpaced two Cod players before playing and intelligent ball into Alfie Bartram, who sucked in the goal keeper and a couple of defenders before squaring the ball to the impressive Spencer McCall who had the easy job of slotting home. The Hectors (Dackie & Spanish) were causing the hosts all sorts of problems and it was the latter that was impeded on the edge of the area forcing the referee to hand us a free kick in a dangerous area. Up stepped McCall to curl a delightful freekick over the wall and into the net beyond the Cod keepers’ despairing grasp. The icing on the cake came late on when Hector Mackie used his pace to skip past a couple of Cod defenders, before pulling the ball back into the path Dean Mason who slotted home to conclude a very satisfactory second half performance. As the pressure told additional chances were created however both Hector M and Lairdy saw their efforts rebound against the woodwork to safety. The Yellow Gods: 1- Aldershot Trialist 2- Ola Williams 3- Paul “Everything little thing is gonna be Paul” Wright 4- Unknown trialist 5- Marc Weatherstone 6- Frankie “East End Villian” Webb 7- Dean Mason 8- Daniel “Invisible” McGonigle 9- Leon Smith 10- David Laird 11- Alfie “Vince” Bartram Subs: Spencer “Stevange Really need their heads testing” McCall Hector “Spanish” Morrante Yemi Etuha Hector “Mountie” Mackie John “Stalking Paul” Christian Ryan “Puke Boy” Sellars Ring when you’re winning MOTM – Spencer McCall Chump Of The Match – Whoever forgot to tell everyone about the venue change. Attendance – 32 (9 Wingate Fans)
Posted on: Wed, 17 Jul 2013 12:12:19 +0000
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