Report: I’ve got over my writer’s block and have actually put to some the use the notes that I made at the pitchside the other day. If only to give Sparky a chance to use up some of those green pixels that he seems to be accumulating as we approach the tail end of another season.
Well, what else was there to do on Mothering Sunday but head down to the pitch and play a game of hockey against Wimbledon. That’s what the Colts thought anyway as, almost to a man, they turned out to play an U14 game.
When I say U14, we did have a couple of guests playing for us and the team consisted of the usual mixture from the sprightly U12’s to the more deliberate approach adopted by James G and Ross (of which more later).
It was decided that we would be playing 3 games of 17 minutes (or so) each. I think that must have been because the Wimbledon lads would have been shattered having turned up a full hour before the game was due to start and spent all that time practising. That’s more than I’ve managed all season (alright, more than I’ve managed for the past 5 seasons).
The first game kicked off and the Cheam Colts were soon into their stride, with a period of sustained pressure, some useful passing of the pall and a few strikes at goal. Wimbledon managed a few breakaways of their own but the Cheam defence stood firm. Even if that standing firm was sometimes a little too high up the pitch, there were times when Jason was the only player in the Cheam half. That domination eventually told with the ball falling to Charlie in the D and him rifling a shot home.
The final flourish of the game being produced by Archie in a spirited display of tackling back and disrupting a Wimbledon attack just before the final whistle blew.
1 – 0, a few smiling faces and a quick team talk.
Game 2, and since it was a friendly the ball was passed to them – which did rather surprise their left back. Rather more of a surprise was the fact that the Cheam forwards were also approaching him rather rapidly, but he recovered well and the game was underway.
An inspired (even if I do say so myself) change in position for James M paid off, OK he’s been badgering me all season to have a go upfront and he delivered the goods with a well taken goal. This was swiftly followed by another one from Archie, using the famous bobble it across the line technique.
A strong run from James G saw him in a one on one with the ’keeper, and being a true public spirited gent he decided not to try and knock the kid’s head off, but rather went for placing it in the far corner – an effort which was rather well saved.
Ross was now given a chance in centre midfield and relished the fact that there was now a bit of space to either side of him, capping his performance with a goal shortly before the end, the final score of 3 – 0 did not flatter the team who were now passing well and gaining confidence.
The final game, and still the weather was keeping clear.
James G and Ross were rested for a bit to let us see how the younger lads would get on – pretty well as it turned out, and after about 10 minutes it was still 0 – 0, the highlight being a fantastic run from Ben which must have been 80 yards, starting off from centre defence and finishing up at left wing just outside the D.
After a couple of substitutions and the big guns were in action – another fantastic passing move saw James G get his first of the afternoon.
Wimbledon were not out of this yet though and earned a couple of short corners, scoring from the second despite the best efforts of the defence.
Cheam were determined to sign off in style though, a move down the right, ball swept into the D and swept home for the lead. One minute to go, quick move up the middle, the fastest 50 yard run in his life and Josh had the chance to put the cherry on the cake, which of course he did. Final score 3 – 1.
As ever, a big thank you to all who came to watch (especially the Mums), to Anton for umpiring and Claire for organising the fixture.
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James G, Ross, Fred, Charlie, James M, Joe, Luke, Ben, Nick, Oscar, Josh, Archie, Jamie, Ollie and Jason |
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