Glapwell 3 Willenhall 0
Posted by Nik on Thursday, March 19, 2009
Just so we're clear, Herself was watching Mistresses on the googlebox. I had suffered a day in south Nottingham learning all about Dreamweaver* and needed some fresh air. A quick scan of Tony Kempster's excellent-as-ever site alerted me to the fact that despite this being the start of the arse end of the season, there wasn't an awful lot happening in our neck of the woods. I would normally walk over hot coals not to go to Glapwell, but there was little other option. My last visit to Hall Corner involved a meal at the scariest and worst chip shop I have encountered, a tortuous conversation with a pensioner from London, and an instantly forgettable game of football. This visit differed only in that I ate before I left, and the accent was more Brum than Cockernee.
Glapwell have bought their way to the top echolons of the Unibond South. I remember them from our NCEL days as being a remarkably unfriendly club, given their small fan base. Nothing has changed. The only thing to commend the neutral to a visit to Hall Corner is the comfy sofas in the club house. But even these are crammed in to a chronically undersized room, dimly lit, with village hall carpeting. They play an uninspiring brand of football that relies upon percentages and defensive mishaps. Thankfully, Willenhall were in highly accomodating mode, and when not rolling out the red carpet for the home attackers, were doing everything in their power to avoid threatening the home goal.
A long hoof forward resulted in any number of defensive mishaps, allowing one of the leagues top scorers, Ian Brown ("you can't see me") to hook the ball over the flailing keeper. As half time approached, Glapwell capitalised on confusion from a corner to head unmarked into the net for a justified two nil half time lead. Make no mistake, Glapwell are not a two nil team. But Willenhall were awful.
Kicking with the considerable slope, Willenhall at least started the second half as though they were aware of the game of football happening around them. The number ten looked sprightly, but alas his enthusiasm was not matched by those around him, most noteably his strike partner. Another in a long list of players who look like they should be good, but aren't. Once the aforementioned number ten came off with some thigh injury, all hope was lost. Glapwell couldn't be bothered to attack, and Willenhall just wanted to go home. A long range toe poke snuck under the keeper, and the game was done.
The travelling army from Willenhall debated long and hard whether the effort of their team was worthy of applause, and decided against it. One hopes this was just a bad day at the office, but league positions say otherwise. Glapweel deserved the scoreline, but purely because they pulled ont he shirts. Against any other team, they would have struggled. The tables say their brand of football is relatively succesful, but a crowd of 105 says that no one cares one way or the other.
*how to open it
Glapwell have bought their way to the top echolons of the Unibond South. I remember them from our NCEL days as being a remarkably unfriendly club, given their small fan base. Nothing has changed. The only thing to commend the neutral to a visit to Hall Corner is the comfy sofas in the club house. But even these are crammed in to a chronically undersized room, dimly lit, with village hall carpeting. They play an uninspiring brand of football that relies upon percentages and defensive mishaps. Thankfully, Willenhall were in highly accomodating mode, and when not rolling out the red carpet for the home attackers, were doing everything in their power to avoid threatening the home goal.
A long hoof forward resulted in any number of defensive mishaps, allowing one of the leagues top scorers, Ian Brown ("you can't see me") to hook the ball over the flailing keeper. As half time approached, Glapwell capitalised on confusion from a corner to head unmarked into the net for a justified two nil half time lead. Make no mistake, Glapwell are not a two nil team. But Willenhall were awful.
Kicking with the considerable slope, Willenhall at least started the second half as though they were aware of the game of football happening around them. The number ten looked sprightly, but alas his enthusiasm was not matched by those around him, most noteably his strike partner. Another in a long list of players who look like they should be good, but aren't. Once the aforementioned number ten came off with some thigh injury, all hope was lost. Glapwell couldn't be bothered to attack, and Willenhall just wanted to go home. A long range toe poke snuck under the keeper, and the game was done.
The travelling army from Willenhall debated long and hard whether the effort of their team was worthy of applause, and decided against it. One hopes this was just a bad day at the office, but league positions say otherwise. Glapweel deserved the scoreline, but purely because they pulled ont he shirts. Against any other team, they would have struggled. The tables say their brand of football is relatively succesful, but a crowd of 105 says that no one cares one way or the other.
*how to open it
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