We've drawn Worksop Town in the next round, which is a bit of a boon, as we were all expecting to get Nantwich. However it means that our league game against, errr, Worksop Town will have to be rescheduled. So two games in Worksop in the space of a couple of weeks. How very Leeds '91.
There were some bonkers results in the first qualifying round. I'll get us out of the way first because our game stank so much. We played Radcliffe Borough, and despite his death, the vile, bloated presence of Bernard Manning still hangs over that club. His Grandson was on the bench, and their tactics were more offensive than one of his jokes. Not that we were any better: we lacked guile, class, wit, precision, ideas, nous, ermm, creativity, flair, guile, class, guile... In the end we needed a looping, slo-mo header in the nine billionth minute of injury time to steal a 1-0 win. Thank you Adam Turner. Thank you for saving us from a fucking hideous replay of that on Tuesday night.
Salford City got handed their arse on a platter by Stourbridge, 6-0. There were pictures of matchstick men crying, and waving their little flat caps in the air with fury. But me, I hold a grudge. And I've still not forgiven them for the league match at The Willows two years ago. Every goal that went in was a victory for the decent, working man.
Boston United also hit six, against Kidsgrove Athletic. Boston, who took some time to adapt to life in the tinpot snooker league, are starting to find their feet, ominously so. They've managed to rectify their traditionally poor away form, and are looking ever more dangerous at home. I've grown attached to Boston, mainly because they're not BPA.
Who lost! Haha! 2-1 to Clitheroe. It was Scott Redhead (great name) who put the hero in to Clitheroe (dunno who put the rest in, any suggestions?) with a goal four minutes from time. Redhead has been lined up with a CBE in the New Year's Honours list for services to comedy.
Merthyr Tydfil beat Bishop's Cleeve in a match only notable for being the only tie to feature a team that sounds like a euphemism for vagina. Though the presence of Metropolitan Police (who lost 0-2 to Dulwich Hamlet) could, I suppose, throw that in to some doubt.
The full results are here, and the draw for the next round is here.
There were some bonkers results in the first qualifying round. I'll get us out of the way first because our game stank so much. We played Radcliffe Borough, and despite his death, the vile, bloated presence of Bernard Manning still hangs over that club. His Grandson was on the bench, and their tactics were more offensive than one of his jokes. Not that we were any better: we lacked guile, class, wit, precision, ideas, nous, ermm, creativity, flair, guile, class, guile... In the end we needed a looping, slo-mo header in the nine billionth minute of injury time to steal a 1-0 win. Thank you Adam Turner. Thank you for saving us from a fucking hideous replay of that on Tuesday night.
Salford City got handed their arse on a platter by Stourbridge, 6-0. There were pictures of matchstick men crying, and waving their little flat caps in the air with fury. But me, I hold a grudge. And I've still not forgiven them for the league match at The Willows two years ago. Every goal that went in was a victory for the decent, working man.
Boston United also hit six, against Kidsgrove Athletic. Boston, who took some time to adapt to life in the tinpot snooker league, are starting to find their feet, ominously so. They've managed to rectify their traditionally poor away form, and are looking ever more dangerous at home. I've grown attached to Boston, mainly because they're not BPA.
Who lost! Haha! 2-1 to Clitheroe. It was Scott Redhead (great name) who put the hero in to Clitheroe (dunno who put the rest in, any suggestions?) with a goal four minutes from time. Redhead has been lined up with a CBE in the New Year's Honours list for services to comedy.
Merthyr Tydfil beat Bishop's Cleeve in a match only notable for being the only tie to feature a team that sounds like a euphemism for vagina. Though the presence of Metropolitan Police (who lost 0-2 to Dulwich Hamlet) could, I suppose, throw that in to some doubt.
The full results are here, and the draw for the next round is here.
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