Back to the theatre of wet dreams for the annual visit of a Hull City team. After a shit day at work, and following last nights “learning curve,” I deffo needed some cheering up. A piss poor crowd of about 120 are here (I’m writing up mid way through the 1st half), weather is typical for November, and Hull have just equalised with an oh so soft goal.
We opened with a nice move and persistance from Gareth Owen on the right, who crossed it for (I didn’t get his name) to tap into an empty net.
They did have one good effort before but was well saved by our new keeper (for tonight at least).
Only 4 of last nights team are starting tonight to give the other lads a decent run out.
25 mins gone and we’re behind now to an even softer goal, ffs. Harry Rednapps mum could have scored it !!
We have managed some good interplay and had a good couple of chances. However, they do look like they have more players on the pitch than us, they are that imndustrious. The little no9 for them is a different class.
Half time 2-1 to ‘ull.
Fairly even in the first part of the second half, a few changes made at half time, has introduced a better balance to our team.
80 mins and they go 3-1 up, with a mis-hit shot that goes straight to a forward who nicely tucks it in.
So in pissing, blowing rain, it finished 3-1.
Was narked to hear Billy Heath was blatantly and openly tapping up one or two of our players last night. Cheeky sod. However, I think we may say goodbye to one or two Queensgate favourites over the next few weeks.
Crowd of 132
That’s four defeats on the spin, ok 2 were friendlies, 1 a meaningless cup game and a league game, but its still 4 on the spin. Its not what we have become accustomed to.
Been another full on week or two at work, having worked at opposite ends of the country. We played the runaway league leaders away last week and lost 4-1, however, their gracious fans commented on how good they thought our team were and were one of thee best they’ve seen grace their turf this season, quite a compliment when you’ve been thumped.
On Thursday of this week, I was at a customers in Falkirk and finished fairly late in the afternoon, I was advised that a drive back to my hotel on the other side of Glasgow would be a waste of two to three hours, so I drove a couple of miles to the oddly named town of Stenhousemuir. Famous for… well having an odd name and a football team in the fourth tier of Scottish Football, which was the reason i’d called really. I’d followed the results of the team all my life, because of their peculiar name. Earlier in the week Stenny had beaten the league leaders Cowdenbeath to stay in second place (they lost 4-1 at home yesterday – Saturday to the team in third place, East Stirling). I drive into the car park to see all the lights on in the ground, I then ask the car park steward if there’s a game on, “who are you?” he asks, I explain that i’m just a sad English footballing couch potatoe who was in the area and wanted to visit the ground, “ah no problem, park over there and i’ll take you in, the first team and others are training” so he took me in ! It was interesting, tidy little ground, which hosts an average attendance of 474. The whole place was buzzing, a group of about 20/30 teenagers practising moves in the goal at the away end, young kids training in the middle of the pitch, the reserves (or similar) training at the other end of the pitch, and what appeared to be the first team training on a five-a-side pitch behind this goal area. The tea bar was open and plenty watching. It just seemed “very together”, a club using its position to include and support all ages of the community at its facility.
Saturday brings a whole host of different excitement at Chez Bridlington. We entertain Arnold Town who are from the Nottingham area,and they bring a few fans with them. They are 1 place above us in the league, though looking at the score-line today you wouldn’t have thought so. Attendance 168.
Things do not start well, the visitors have the ball in the net after a minute or so, hearts sink, but as quickly as we moan, the good old lino has his flag up for offside – phew close one. The half really is dominated by us, we had so many chances to score, Chib having a few efforts and Palms with two belters that he untypically skied from a few feet – it appeared to be one of those days.
0-0 at half time.
Someone must have slipped something into the tea at half time, because we were awesome in the second half. Arnold couldn’t touch us, well only when their number two clipped (Palms?) who was clean through on goal and brought him down for a pen and a red card. In fairness and I know I keep harping on about it, the 6-0 scoreline was not a true reflection of the game – 11 or 12 – 0 would have been more appropriate after our performance today. We had virtually our full first team playing today, which is the first time in a long time we could say that. It was nice to see Tom Fleming back today.
All in all, one of the best displays for a long, long time – and we’ve had some excellent displays this year.
However, the day ended on a bit of a downer. Our managers, Tim & Gary had handed their resignations to the chairman today with effect from the end of the season, these apparently, were rejected. I’ll plagerise the statement sent out by Teach and hope some common ground can be sought to keep these guys with us;
Tim and Gary are 100% behind Brid Town and have shown full committment to the club and have managed the side in a totally professional manner with skill, enthusiasm, knowledge, ability and flair.
However, the decision was brought about due to various uncertanties and a lack of off field structure within the club which would it is felt aid further progression for the club.
It is hoped that further meetings and other possible avenues can be explored to bring about a satisfactory conclusion to the matter.
And on that bombshell, i’m going, but before i do, 2 funny clips to cheer you up
1. The moral is don’t do a good deed, the ref won’t like you for it.
I have had time to digest yesterdays great offering. I wish I could have got to Shirebrook, unfortunately, it just wasn’t going to happen, I’d had to take my good lady (well my wife if truth be known) and my little ‘un to the food market in Hull. During our late lunch, I sent a text to PaulNFFC asking for an update on the score – he sent one back saying we were 2-0 down and down to 9 men. Bollocks ! I sent him one back saying I’m glad I didn’t go, then he called me to say he was only joking and that we were 2-0 up, they were down to 10, but we weren’t playing too well. And then he kindly told me that Palms had got 2 more and it finished 4 zip.
I was quite happy listening and watching the old ding dong going on at the Brittania, where Stoke were having a right old ding dong with Aston Villa, eventually big Mamady Sidibe getting an injury time winner – I was so pleased for him, coz he’s such a top bloke. Apparently the Villa fans were moaning about the size of the Stoke team,”it’s like playing a basketball team ffs, and you had even bigger players on the bench (such as Mama – 6’7″) – so the London 2012 GB basketball team should be managed by Mr Pulis……
Bank Holiday Monday brought Lincoln Moorland to the theatre of wet dreams, and for a while, were a tough nut to crack, mind you, our expectations are such that after 10 minutes, some sections of the Town faithful were giving Craig Palmer a hard time coz he hadn’t scored yet – and he took it with the amusement it was dished out in. Moorland were like the others that we’ve seen so far this year; they struggled to make an impact, resorted to some fairly bad tackling, but lost out to a good footballing side. As is the problem I’ve come across when videoing the game, we create so many opportunities, I run out of battery (should be rectified for next time) – I missed three good goals, but I also missed a couple of sitters – Liam Cattermole’s would be worthy of some decent bribe if I had caught it.
Songs chosen : McFadden & Whitehead’s Aint no Stopping us now (cooommmeeee ooonnnn), Chumbawumba’s tubthumping (no matter what they do to the lads, they keep getting back up), Warren’s cow cry and The Strawbs – Part of the union, (because I feel we have a great “union” within the team).
Any requests for tracks will be noted and I will try and accomodate.
Raffle : 0/5
Games seen : 10
Goals seen : 25 home 20 away 1 other
Out of /10 : 8 another cracking effort from all the guys, gotta worry about the tackling from the opposition and the very weak ref. And a special mention to Warren, who was very downbeat when he got told off. I told him not to get pissed off by it, he had managed to wind the opposition up, so much so that they moaned about him, plus he had great banter with the bus shelter – keep it up Warren !!
Today was the start of our FA Cup campaign, but it was also the start of Stoke’s foray into the Premiership. I’d managed to find a live stream for the Stoke game and thought i’d watch a piece of history in the making. It turned into a first half nightmare. So I thought i’d nip over to Queensgate in the second half to see how the lads were doing.
With half hour to go we were 2-1 up, and within two minutes of arriving, Craig Palmer gets his hat trick with a smartly taken goal. 5 minutes later and the visitors pull a goal back with a goal, a bit of a soft one, but well taken none the less.
What was interesting from the half hour or so that I saw, was their number 8. He epitomized that kind of player who’s aggressive attitude borders on thuggery. It looked like his job was to stop our midfielder play maker Ash Allanson – no matter what. He was over the top with his tackles, plenty of verbals and hand gestures – and he was what, 4 foot 6 !. No doubt he had some talent but skill wins through most of the time, like it did today.
It would be interesting to know who was the last Brid player who scored back to back hat tricks in competitive games, and if only he’d put away one of those other chances at Hall Road, he’d have 3 back to back hat tricks.
I was able to get to this game, which was a nice surprise. A big thanks to those of you that have given your support, we all appreciate it – cheers !
My son had been to summer school for the past week, which had given him the opportunity to detach himself from the events at home, and as luck would have it (i.e. bloody typical), the presentation night for this thing was around 6′sh on Tuesday. In fairness to the people running the summer school, they had provided an excellent week long learning module with a trip to the space centre in Leicester, and then laid on an excellent buffet (with booze). Plus all the kids got a certificate and an award and a present to remind them of the experience – well done teachers !!
It made me late for the kick off though !! No turnstile man, no team sheets and bloody hell, hardly any fans. Was I missing something ? There must have only been 30-40 paying peeps. And the chairman was out touting the weather lottery.
The football was excellent from a red perspective, the lads played well, plenty of passing and some excellent running off the ball to create space. I’d not seen this for a while and it was pleasurable to see. Scullies, sponsored by the chairmans company, had Shaun Baker in its ranks, and it was nice to see an old Brid favourite playing well.
It was 2-0 at halftime, and i’d managed to catch the second one going over the line on the old camera – though I wasn’t in the best of places to give the goal some credit, but here they are anyway, and a piccie of the bench, click to enlarge.
I’d missed the 2 in the second half, coz I was either gassing or watching me lad get the ball from the rugger field, but according to mainincrowd and friend, they were excellent goals. Scullies did score a fine one themselves, either side of blistering 20/30 yard shots that rattled the crossbar. The encouragement from the dug out to the players was immense and have all settled well into their new club – well done guys.
A welcome to the newest member of our ranks, and probably one of the most important – the 42″ plasma in the clubhouse.
Games seen : 5
Goals seen : 11 home 8 away 1 other
out of 10 : 8, a good run out, some good goals, just hope we don’t burn out before the season begins.
Today was a special day in our house, as one of the little ‘uns reached a milestone birthday – 10. I had to take her and a couple of friends and the missus to a “Build-a-bear” workshop in Hull, the place was heaving. I hate shopping at the best of times, but a packed shop full of women and kids did not inspire me one bit, well thats a lie, there were some nice views from the MILFs to compensate.
Back just in time for the game, bizarrely, I listened to Hulls first team in action in Ostend, playing a pre season friendly, via BBC Humberside.
The weather here was not your typical British summers day, though it has now become customary for it to piss down and be miserable half way through July. There was about 100 (I think I heard later 111) who had turned up for the game, with Hull’s new signing of Tony Warner making an appearance . For many of the Town faithful, this would be their first chance to see the new team and players in action.
The game started off positively, with the home side holding their own but not making any inroads to the Hull goal, which was being kept by Mr Warner. Eventually the skill and sharpness of the visitors told and they went 1 up – I didn’t see it because i was talking to Dom. I don’t think it was too long after this that we had a fantastic effort that was tipped away by Warner at full stretch. 10 minutes later we three down, some poor defending but thankfully in a friendly and hopefully not in a competitive game. However, throughout this half, the Brid lads kept passing and playing and we’re good.
Another dead loss in the raffle – 0/1.
The second half was a little different, it may have been the windy conditions which helped, but the Bridlington midfield & front line kept the pressure up and really made life difficult for the Hull back line. There were many opportunities this half, but the new keeper, Matt Duke, played well to keep us at bay.
All in all, the lads played exceptionally well, and a chat with Ash Dexter demonstrated that the lads were playing with a great belief, confidence and opportunism for the season ahead. Ash had a bit of gippy tummy and only played one half, must have had a kebab from the Turks on Grease street last night.
Games seen : 4
Goals seen : 7 home 7 away 1 other
out of 10 : 8.5 very entertaining game, loads and loads of positives, bring on Scarborough next week.
A bit of a weird day today weather wise, as it was absolutely peeing it down at lunchtime, and I was getting a little concerned that the game was going to be called off – probably as we arrived at the ground.
I’d arranged to pick up Dom and Uncle G on the way, and thankfully, the nearer the Humber Bridge we got, the better the weather got. Thank god !
It was interesting debating how the team would line up and the thoughts of Thursday nights performance. As it turned out, the 16 or so players that were donning the famous away white kit today, were the nucleus of the squad that had been chosen by the management.
Barton contained a few ex Brid players, Burdick, Suddaby, Giblin (who didn’t play) and one or two other lads.
The Brid lads were given a vigorous warm up, which looked very professional & the game kicked off on time, by a set of officials whose average age looked about 12.
Both teams were up for the game, nothing dirty, just an excellent game between the two sides, and Barton early on were more than a match for the visitors, who last season were 2 divisions higher. For the first time in a long while, the Brid team looked like a team with a bit of confidence, playing like a team, and apart from one or two hoofs, tried to keep it on the deck. There reward was repaid mid way through the half by a superbly taken free kick from just outside the box. This was followed by a well worked second not long after. Wow 2-0 up, it was great.
Second half continued in the same vein, with substitutes playing in the same manner as the players they had just replaced. 5-0 up with a few minutes to go before we conceded a good goal. Around 70 or so were watching from Barton’s tidy little ground, with a very nice clubhouse, I certainly felt at home in their place.
Games seen : 2
Goals seen : 7 home 4 away
out of 10 : 9, we played well and there were some positive signs for the lads, both in the team and on the sidelines.
. For many of the Town faithful, this would be their first chance to see the new team and players in action.
