Manchopper in….Droylsden (2)

 

Result: Droylsden 1-1 Tadcaster Albion (FA Trophy Preliminary Round)

Venue: Butcher’s Arms (Saturday 13th October 2018, 3pm)

Att: 167

Non-League Day rolled around once again and with the seemingly never-ending train strikes continuing on unabated, another local revisit was on the cards for this week; the only question being “Where?”. Well, my regular accomplice on these pages, Dan, had already told me of his want to get to the Butcher’s Arms, home of Droylsden FC, the only “major” local ground he’d never made it to by this point. As such, the decision was a fairly simple one, made all the more attractive by the game in question being a tie in the FA Trophy. The visitors would be Tadcaster Albion, whom I’m sure had visions of less of a bloodbath at the Butcher’s than what happened just down the road from them at the Battle of Towton.

Setting off at just after half-ten, the easy bus journey into Manchester saw me able to grab an earlier than planned service into Droylsden. My original starting point was still shut up at this point, so I instead diverted back to the brilliantly named Lazy Toad, just on the edge of the town centre. It was here on New Year’s Day, that I had received the bad news of the late postponement of the Bloods’ game that day and I even repeated the trick almost as a whole, sitting in the same seat at the same table, though did mix things up beer-wise by opting for a pint of the Pravha, which came in at the quite astonishing price of £2.70. Considering I’ve seen how much it can cost whilst on my travels, this was a fine start! A nice welcome was had too as I got to the bar, which never goes unnoticed. Wasting away the extra-time I now had in here on account of my earlier than planned arrival, I planned out my itinerary for the day, which would see a slow and steady crawl along Market Street’s few offerings and up to the ground. Next up, the Silly Country. Some great pub names around here! (NB: This is apparently derived from a nickname given to the town by the Mancunians, relating to a legend that grew about the people of Droylsden putting a pig on a wall to watch the annual carnival and other festivities).

Arriving in Droylsden

Lazy Toad

Droylsden Square

Droylsden is a former mill town located between Manchester City Centre and Ashton-under-Lyne, just within the borough of Tameside. Originally settled in 900 AD, it would later grow in the mid-19th century to become a mill town, where the world’s first machine woven towel would be produced at Fairfield Mill under the name of W.M. Christy and Sons, with Queen Victoria being a regular user of their business and their newly created product, derived from the looped Turkish versions. Sadly, as with many places, the site is now a Tesco. Droylsden would latterly grow into an overflow housing area for the workers in and around Manchester around the 1930’s and was also the apparent host of Britain’s first ever Speedway meet in 1927, the sport then being termed simply as “dirt track racing”. More recently, during the mid-to-later-2000’s, the town became home a Marina just off the canal, which appears to be well used, though the predicted building and facilities don’t seem to have fully come to fruition.

The Silly Country is a recently opened ale/craft/bottle shop kind of place, and I arrived just prior to the place emptying out on account of the place having a tour of a brewery on the go. Regardless, I opted to be sensible(!) for now and went for a pint of the Brazilian lager beer, Cruzcampo which, at £4.40, would be by far my dearest choice of the day. Not that I minded whatsoever, as the Silly Country is definitely a nice place to enjoy a pint in if you’re into the above side of things. Anyway, after watching the world go by from its prime position at the corner of the town’s clock square and seeing a kid lose his hat on two very swift occasions by the hand of the apparent “Storm Callum”, I finished up and continued up the way, the Beehive Inn being just a few doors down. The Beehive is definitely my sort of place. A seemingly older pub than those around it, its interior is very timber-orientated and is nicely decorated with varied paraphernalia too – a real traditional kind of place. Split into two parts, it was still fairly quiet upon my arrival and I took up a spot in the corner whilst overhearing (unintentionally I can assure you) stories of drunken exploits from the night before, which were more than entertaining….especially when you can relate!

Trying to take up as much time as possible (the time hadn’t quite reached half-one by the time I was half-way through my pint) over the Boddington’s in front of me, I fell into the trap of clock-watching, a decision which never helps when you’re wishing the time away as I’m sure you are all well aware. Eventually, though, the clock did tick on round to ten-to-two and so I supped the final dregs and again headed on a few doors away, across the road from the large retail park and to the King’s Arms, complete with a large image of local hero Guardsman Tony Downes, the soldier from the town who was sadly killed in action whilst serving in Iraq. He also has an office building named after him too, which is a further nice touch of remembrance. I guess from the statement on said poster that he had links to the pub at the very least. Passing Tony with a nod, I headed in and was soon in possession of a pint of the fine Bootleg Brewery’s IPA at the ever interesting Holt’s price of £3.03. Dan arrived shortly afterwards to join me in taking up the remaining time leading up to kick-off, opting for a pint of Diamond Lager whilst bemoaning a lack of Carling – I don’t know what else I can do to solve this issue….

The Silly Country

The Beehive

King’s Arms

Eventually, it was finally time to head to the Butcher’s Arms and, after taking a pic of the ground’s perimeter from where the pub of the same name once stood up to its demolition almost a decade ago now (God, I feel old writing that) we headed for the turnstiles, paying our £8 entry, plus a further £2 for a programme, which I’d missed out on my other blog visit a few years back, when the Bloods took on the recently “Class of 92’d” Salford City in abhorrent weather conditions. A quick peruse of the teamsheet, which is helpfully on display as you enter, showed the likes of ex-Football League and Premier League academy players Liam Dickinson (ex-Leeds & Derby), Febian Brandy (ex-Manchester United & Wolves) and Javan Vidal (ex-Manchester City) lining up for the Bloods. Sadly, there’s no Jonathan Greening these days to compliment them from Taddy’s side. After heading around to pitchside, a twenty-minute wait faced up prior to kick-off, which allowed a look around the ground. The far end is open, hard standing, whilst the opposite end is host to a sizable, covered terrace. A small, older terrace is located on the far side, and has recently had a smarten up out front, with a big red sign proclaiming “Droylsden Football Club” across the field. The large “William Pace” all-seater Main Stand is right in front of you as you enter and offers decent views over the action, whilst a small amount of terracing is located out front. The clubhouse is right alongside to the left as you enter, with the usual food bar there too, though this was out of action today and replaced by a trailer. That’s the Butcher’s Arms in a quick summary, and this is the story of the Bloods….

History Lesson:

Droylsden Football Club was founded in 1892 at the invitation of the landlord of the Butcher’s Arms pub and thus played behind said establishment. After spending their first two decades going in and out of existence whilst playing in local league’s and playing friendly fixtures – including winning the Ashton & District League in 1914. Post-war, the club would emerge as the village’s sole surviving team and became members of the Manchester League, whilst also adopting their now familiar red and white strip. They won the 1923 Manchester Junior Cup, gaining revenge on local rivals Hyde United who beat the Bloods in the 1921 final, whilst the 1930’s saw club legend Ernest Gilibrand net an astonishing 275 goals over four seasons, helping Droylsden to the Manchester League title in both 1931 & 1933.

1936 saw Droylsden successfully apply to join the Lancashire Combination and the club became a “nursery” side for Manchester City’s surplus players, though this link ruled the club out of the FA Cup. They would remain in the Combination through to the outbreak of WWII, with the Bloods joining the wartime Cheshire League and finished runners-up in 1945-’46. However, things went downhill quickly and the club failed in their re-election bid just four years later and also lost the lease of the Butcher’s Arms to Belle Vue F.C. who then renamed themselves as Droylsden United. Common sense would prevail from prior experience, and the two clubs merged in 1952, after the Bloods played a short time at the Moorside Trotting Stadium, affectionately known as “Pork Park”.

The Butcher’s Arms, via the site of the pub

In 1952, the Bloods returned to the newly rotated ground at the Butcher’s and began to see silverware on a far more regular basis than before. During their stay in the Lancashire Combination through to 1968, they won four Manchester Premier Cups (1947,’52,’ 60,’65) prior to returning to the Cheshire League, after they’d lost sides due to the formation of the Northern Premier League. The club didn’t see too much in the way of success in the league, though would add a further Manchester Premier Cup (1970) & three Manchester Senior Cups to their honours board, these coming in 1973, ’76 &’ 79. They also managed to reach the FA Cup “proper” on two occasions, losing to Grimsby Town firstly in 1976, before defeating Rochdale in 1978 prior to bowing out to Altrincham.

After another Premier Cup win in 1981, fortunes would again take a turn for the worse in 1982, when Droylsden finished a distant bottom of the Cheshire League, though remained at the level after the merger with the Lancashire Combination to form the North West Counties League, with Droylsden placed in Division Two of three. They would win the Second Division in 1987, though would bypass Division One after successfully applying for the newly created NPL Division One, gaining an effective double promotion in the process. 1990 saw Droylsden finish as runners-up and achieve promotion to the NPL Premier Division. They would spend six seasons in the loser echelons of the division, winning another Manchester Premier Cup in 1993, prior to being relegated in 1996 and being on the wrong side of the fastest FA Cup hat-trick in history, when conceding three in 2 minutes 28 seconds against Nantwich Town.

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After lifting the NPL’s Division One title and President’s Cup in 1999, an eighth Premier Cup in 2000 would follow. This time they were more competitive in the Premier Division and finished high enough in 2004 to receive an invite to take up a spot in the newly formed Conference North. They would also win that year’s NPL League Challenge Cup and the Manchester Premier Cup for a ninth time. Finishing the inaugural season in third, they narrowly missed out in the following season’s play-offs – losing in the final to Stafford Rangers on penalties. 2007 saw the Bloods notch their tenth Manchester Premier Cup with victory over the sadly departed Flixton, before defeating Harrogate Town three days later to win the Conference North and achieve promotion to the Conference National. However, they would be relegated after just the one season. The 2008-’09 season saw the Bloods reach the FA Cup Second Round after beating Darlington in the First Round. However, it would become somewhat farcical come the Second Round as it took three matches to overcome Chesterfield, after fog, floodlight failure and an eventual 2-1 win, with Sean Newton netting both Bloods goals. However, it was then discovered he was ineligible and Droylsden were duly expelled from the competition. Crazy.

They would share the Tony Downes Memorial Trophy with Chester City in 2008, and added two more Manchester Premier Cup titles in 2009 and 2010, and again reached the FA Cup Second Round in 2011, when they took Leyton Orient to a replay at Brisbane Road and led two-nil, only for Orient to storm back and avoid the upset, winning 8-2 after extra-time. After missing out in the play-offs to Fleetwood Town in 2010, things soon dipped for Droylsden and they were relegated back to the Northern Premier League in 2013 after finishing second-bottom, prior to suffering something of an annus horriblis the following year as they finished a distant bottom with just nine points and were duly relegated to the NPL Division 1 North, where they have spent the last four seasons, finishing up 13th on both of the last two occasions.

The game got underway and, unfortunately, it was very much a slow-burner. True action was at a real premium in the first half-hour, with only Taddy’s Casey Stewart looking a constant threat, though Febian Brandy would occasionally show glimpses of his talent here and there throughout those first thirty minutes too. Stewart had an iffy penalty shout waved away by the referee mid-way through this period, whilst Brandy saw his attempted cross become more of a threat to Taddy ‘keeper Michael Ingham’s goal than intended, the stopper having to tip the ball over the bar, whilst Domaine Rouse wastefully placed a free-header wide of the mark from the resultant corner.

Match Action

From the back of the terrace

The old & the new covered terraces

Brandy would again pose a threat on the right flank, forcing his way into the area before firing a low cross-cum-shot across the face of goal, the ball evading both a Droylsden foot and the far side-netting on its way wide, before Taddy again saw a stronger penalty shout turned down as Stewart was played in before being clipped from behind, though his attempts to stay up probably went against him. Eventually losing his footing and going down in the area, his pleas fell on deaf ears. However, the visitors really should have been one, if not two, up at the break, as they spurned two glorious chances in the lead up. First, Lamin Colley was played in by a nice through ball, but his shot from the angle was tipped onto the post by Bloods ‘keeper Chris Thompson, before Aiden Savory would put it on a plate (sorry!) for Stewart to run onto around thirty yards out. Beating the offside trap, he advanced to the edge of the box and, with only Thompson between him and the net, he curled the ball against the outside of the post. Goalless at half time, it was off to the food trailer for some cheesy chips (£1.50). Lovely.

The second half began with Tadcaster again being the more dangerous side overall. Billy Whitehouse saw his own low ball just evade Savory at the back-post, before they deservedly took the lead when Colley advanced into the area and saw his effort well kept out by Thompson, only for the ball to land at creator-in-chief Savory’s feet once again and this time his ball to Stewart resulted in the striker placing the ball into the rather unguarded net from six-yards. Droylsden responded by replacing the largely ineffective Dickinson with another ex-Manchester United youth player, Phil Marsh, whilst also replacing skipper Brewster and, latterly Brandy with his replacement being Brandon Zibaka, a player whom, on our arrival, I’d stated to Dan I’ve always rated….

Match Action

Match Action

Zibaka was introduced in the 81st minute and, just four minutes later, he’d drew his side level. A cross in from the left by Rouse found the tall target man Sefton Gonzales in the box and he manoeuvred himself well to chest the ball into the path of the newly arrived Zibaka who drilled his effort beyond Ingham and into the net. At that point, all the momentum looked to be with Droylsden and they appeared to be pressing on to get the win but there was little truly created towards the end of the game and the sides would have to do it all over again on Tuesday night in Yorkshire. As it was, Droylsden would go on to triumph 2-0 in the replay, taking them into the First Round where they will travel to another White Rose County side, Pickering Town.

Post-match, there was time to pop in to the Church Inn right next to the bus stop we’d need, which was quite the amusing experience. Again, made to feel welcome, it was good to spend the final twenty minutes or so of our day in here, though it did end up being third-time lucky on beer option, after my first two choices were off. Eventually settling on Heineken (£2.10), Dan was in his element, having seen Carling. I’ll never understand how he manages to get that excited. Anyway, we eventually finished up and headed out just as the bus was rolling into the bus stop a little early, meaning we could jump straight on and be on our way. 20 minutes later we were back in Piccadiily and another quick connection was made to take us homeward.

Church Hotel

So ends the day and it had been good to finally do Droylsden properly, especially when considering the forecast weather looked to be similar to my first blog visit! Game was decent enough and I always enjoy a visit to the Butcher’s Arms. Pubs and food were all good and the travel was no issue whatsoever. Onto next week and MY GOD, I CAN USE A TRAIN! WHAT IS A TRAIN?! I’VE NO IDEA!!!! The FA Cup is back on and it’s a return to a club who have a pretty new home on the Farm….

RATINGS:

Game: 6

Ground: 8

Food: 7

Programme: 6

Value For Money: 7

Manchopper in….Tadcaster

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Result: Tadcaster Albion 3-2 Scarborough Athletic (FA Cup Preliminary Round)

Venue: The Park, Ings Lane (Saturday 20th August 2016, 3pm)

Att: 612.

As the early part of the season continues to progress, so does my continuing ‘hopping ventures and the greatest cup competition in the world, the FA Cup’s, bandwagon rolls into towns and villages all over the country. As it was, the draw for the Preliminary Round threw up a very interesting game in Tadcaster vs Scarborough.

This one meant a little bit more on a personal basis too. The reason for this is the fact that, a few years ago when both were in the NCEL, I travelled over to Ings Lane upon an earlier call-off. Unfortunately, as I approached the gates, people were exiting out of the ground with less than pleased expressions on their faces. Of course, people exiting a ground at the scheduled kick-off time is never a great sign and nor was it in this case, as the game had been postponed at kick-off as one side, I think Scarborough, refused to play on a pretty hard pitch.

Of course, this can’t really be counted in as a visit or a game at all, so when the tie came up and a chance to replicate the first visit (hopefully without P-P this time) it had to happen. As such, in a surprisingly good weather-wise morning, I was making my way over the county border and to Leeds, where I was to disembark my train and head over to Leeds Bus Station for the “Coastliner” service to Tadcaster. After an hour-and-a-half’s journey overall, I was eventually dropped off in the shadow of the John Smith’s/Sam Smith’s/Heineken breweries and headed off to see what pleasures Tadcaster and, more specifically, its pubs had to offer.

Tadcaster

Tadcaster

Tadcaster

Tadcaster

After a recon mission of the high street, my first stop off was the Fox & Hounds pub at the far end of the town. Here, though, I found what could possibly, and most probably will, be the cheapest pint I’ll have this season as the Arctic Lager came in at £1.40. Crazy scenes. Relationship talks in here were pretty enlightening, not that I was earwigging but you just couldn’t avoid it. Anyway, after finishing up in what is pretty much a front room with a bar in it, I headed back out, intending to visit the The Queen pub which neighbours the brewery. Sadly, this looked pretty shut, so instead the Falcon was to be my next port of call.

The Falcon was clearly an older pub that had been modernised to be a “café/bar” establishment, but for most punters in here, it was the latter part of this quote which was the most attractive part. Here, the Sam Smith’s options were once again strong and so a pint of the tried and trusted Taddy Lager was the chosen one. After a pretty uneventful visit and with the rain clouds beginning to gather above the town, I hightailed it over to my final pre-ground stop: the Howden Arms.

In the Fox & Hounds.

In the Fox & Hounds.

The Falcon

The Falcon

Howden Arms & Brewery

Howden Arms & Brewery

Once again, there wasn’t much to speak of, other than it, once more, being a small, snug establishment with toilets based in an outbuilding, reached after crossing the yard. But, after a further Taddy Lager, it was to Ings Lane and, hopefully, there’d be no-one leaving as I arrived this time.

After threading through the midst of the brewery, you eventually arrive at the end of the road with Ings Lane right ahead of you. After heading through a shed, the turnstiles sit ahead of you and after being relieved of £7 for right of entry, I was into the ground and this time, there was no frozen pitch to threaten this game, though knowing how the weather has been this summer, that wouldn’t have been too surprising. The pitch was in great nick, though, and with around an hour to kick-off, a trip to the clubhouse was called for, but not before a programme (£1.50) was purchased.

This way...

This way…

Here we are!

Here we are!

Ings Lane is a tidy ground, though it is certainly a fair bit different from when I visited on that prior occasion, when I seem to remember that a truck trailer was used in some sort of way. I can’t remember what it was there for, but in my memory, it was a stand so a stand it is! Now though, there are no trailers (well, other than the burger van), with a new, all-seater stand located behind the near-end goal and a smaller seated stand behind the far end too. The far touchline is open standing, with the near side populated by the clubhouse and other amenities, with some open terracing surrounding the structure. As for Taddy Albion’s story, well sit back and grab a drink fit for a nostalgic look back…

History Lesson:

Tadcaster Albion FC were formed in 1892 under the John Smith’s FC name, with the club winning the York League Division 2 in 1910. In 1923, the club adopted the Tadcaster Albion name, following a few years out, winning the Second Level league immediately. They returned to the John Smith’s name in 1926, and were back in the York League Second Level. A reserve side playing under the Tadcaster Albion name was formed in 1930 and they mirrored the “firsts” success as the two sides moved up the leagues together. 1933 saw John Smith’s win the York League Second Level again and eventually the two merged around WWII to take on the town name.

The local York League was the first title won under the Albion name, coming in 1948. The club continued to compete in the league through the ’50’s & ’60’s and the early 1970’s until 1973 saw a switch into the Yorkshire League. Here, Tadcaster quickly moved through the divisions, being promoted in ’75 & ’77 from Division 3 to Two to One, but then returned just as quickly as they came, finding themselves back in Division 3 at the end of the ’79-’80 season.

After originally playing on local grounds at the current cricket club, before moving to the Ings ground, just down the road from the current ground with changing facilities being housed in the, already mentioned, Falcon pub. In 1960, the move to the current ground was undertaken and in 1982-’83, Tadcaster became founder members of the Northern Counties East League. After competing in the Division 2 North until 1991, reorganisation meant that Albion were placed in Division 1. Being the new lower step, Albion struggled throughout their time here, never finishing out of the top half and finishing bottom in both 2002 & 2004.

TAFC

TAFC

Today's Teams

Today’s Teams

From 2005, though, on-pitch fortunes changed and the club missed out on promotion by a point in 2006. Following some upheaval in different sectors & areas in the mid-2000’s, the club suffered a setback and fell back into the lower reaches of the division, but Taddy recovered to win the 2010 Division 1. 2011 saw the NCEL President’s Cup won along with the “PROSTAR” Cup, which was defended the following season (2012).

2014 again saw changes off-field, though this time they appeared to be for the better. After leading the NCEL Premier Division for a long while in 2014-’15, the form eventually fell off and Taddy ended up in P3, though the FA Vase run to the quarter final was the highlight. 2016, though, saw Taddy take the NCEL Premier title, securing it with a 2-1 triumph over Armthorpe Welfare, though they were beaten finalists in the NCEL League Cup. This season, therefore, sees Tadcaster make their bow at Step 4.

An immensely dear pint, by apparent Tadcaster prices, of Red Stripe was bought and pre-match entertainment was provided by Stoke City-Manchester City & the T20 Finals Day, with one lad next to me coming within 30 seconds of a decent windfall on a bet, until a late City goal put paid to it, with his disappointment being re-laid to his mate on the other end of the phone. These big clubs have no thought for the working man.

Clubhouse

Clubhouse

Handshakes

Handshakes

Eventually and with the ground now filling up nicely, it was time to head out for kick-off, with the teams making their way onto the field to the strains of “Glad All Over” which is Tadcaster’s adopted tune (substituting Glad for Tad, for those who aren’t aware of this famed matter). But, with the game only a few minutes old, it was Boro who were the ones feeling Glad All Over, as Joe Lamplough headed home from within the six-yard box from a right-wing corner. Not politically, of course, as that would just be silly.

It was a pretty one-sided affair for the first half, with the Seadogs running amok within the Albion ranks on numerous occasions, though Taddy did have a few chances with one fizzing drive in particular forcing a good save out of Jordan Porter in the visitors’ goal.

Match Action

Match Action

Match Action

Match Action

But it was Boro’ were to grab a second just before the break, thoughtfully saving it until just after I’d returned to pitchside with a burger (£3) from the van next to he shiny new stand behind the goal. A good attack saw the ball fed into the feet of the experienced Craig Nelthorpe, who clinically bent his effort past Michael Ingham and into the top corner. A great strike and his devilish celebration was well earned. Half-Time, 0-2.

The break was spent, as many are around the country, getting to grips with the scores on the doors via the medium of Jeff Stelling and the crew on Soccer Saturday, as my in-match phone ban continues. I figure I’ll miss less goals this way, as it was certainly a large factor in missing around 10-12 last season, which is an obscene amount! So, with the second half getting underway I followed in the footsteps of the jubilant group of travelling fans, who were great all game it has to be said and headed back out to see if Tadcaster could mount a famous comeback. If you avoided the scoreline, somehow, I’ll leave you in suspense.

Just four minutes into the half, Rob Youhill grabbed a goal back for the Brewers following a terrible display of defending, which saw a weak header back scuffed clear by Porter straight to Youhill, who chipped him comfortably. 1-2, but despite dominating for most of the second half, it didn’t really look as if Tadcaster were going to grab that crucial equaliser. Until, that is, with a quarter-hour to go, Tadcaster won a free-kick outside the area and the resultant ball in was flicked on at the near post, with Josh Greening arriving at the back post to knock it over the line. 2-2!

Watching on...

Watching on…

The Vocal Seadogs Fans

The Vocal Seadogs Fans

Then came the unfortunate moment in the game, as a poor tackle by a Taddy player saw Scarborough’s right-back, Liam Ormsby, go down on the far-side. As it became apparent he was in some strife, the physio was sent over and soon enough, the signal came back that he wasn’t able to continue. The problem now for the visitors was, with all three subs used, they’d have to end the game with ten-men and this became crucial by the 94th minute.

Sadly, Ormsby had broken his leg in the challenge, which was very late, so much in fact that I hadn’t actually seen it while watching the game live, so wasn’t really going to comment. But, having seen it again in match “highlights” packages, it’s obvious that it was late, dangerous and a definite red card. What it wasn’t, in my opinion anyway, was a malicious one. That’s my view, though I’m sure everyone has differing opinions, as is usual in this game! All I’ll add to this is I hope Liam makes a full, speedy recovery.

Match Action

Match Action

Scramble!

Scramble!

Deep in thought...

Deep in thought…

As the contest entered its final ten minutes, it looked as though Scarborough had taken the lead once more, but an incredible double save by ex-York City ‘keeper Ingham kept the scores level, keeping out a point blank shot, before clawing away a looping rebound effort. This, in turn, led to the 87th minute climax of the game, with Tom Corner being the home hero, cleverly flicking Greening’s scuffed shot goalwards and past the despairing Porter for 3-2. As they celebrated in front of a “We Don’t Swear” board, the highlights carry this quote, overheard from a fan: “I told you! I f***ing told you! 3-2 in their f***ing cup final”! Maybe Taddy don’t, but this rebellious figure certainly does.

Despite a late, surging, swerving run by Conor Sellars ending with him not being able to find the net, much to the disappointment of all in the ground of a yellow & blue or neutral persuasion who were robbed off one of the better goal ever seen the full-time whistle sounded; 3-2 and what a game!

After checking up on Ormsby’s condition and chatting to a couple of generations of ‘Boro fans, with the “slightly more experienced” lady surprisingly stating she’d been with the loud group in the stand (Go On!) and asking them to pass on my best to those with Liam as I’d seen him play a number of times while watching Trafford here and there. As I said earlier, hopefully all is well with him and also his relative(?).

Flags

Flags

Closing Thoughts are that Tadcaster Albion as a club seems great and the ground & town is well worth a visit. The game was brilliant and well worth the travel, which is definitely a lot easier than I expected too. No complaints anywhere, but it was just a shame it had a bit of a shadow (not meant maliciously) hanging over it come the end of the game with the injury.

So, with the ambulance crew arrived, I headed back for the bus back to Leeds, just evading the forecast rain which was now falling steadily. After a  short wait at Leeds station, I was back on the train to Manchester and onwards back, with everything working on time and faultlessly once more. For the second week in a row! What is this sorcery?!!

 

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