Thursday 17 October 2013

#Dolphins 1 v 1 #wtfc (Poole win 5:4 on Pens)

 So here we were for the Red Insurance Cup – nope – I’d never heard of it either. It’s “appeal” was clearly limited as despite local rivals Wimborne being the visitors, the crowd looked very sparse.

We watched Cummings warm up until he tried the tricky manoeuvre of pulling up his socks and he tweaked an aging hamstring.

What we needed was a level-headed, steady, pillar of a defender to take his place at left back. Killick turned to the obvious choice, Cann.
Poole started well with Elliott getting plenty of ball, and success, on the right. Cann and Davies both had early opportunities, the first being struck over the bar on the volley and the second a good side step and low shot well saved by the keeper.
Then on 13 minutes, Wimborne had their first attack.
Davidson got hold of the ball on the right and charged forward. As he approached the box he cut inside and fired the ball past Thomas in goal to put the visitors ahead 0-1
What we were all expecting was a fierce response from the home side but it seemed we had 2 halves of a team instead of one coherent unit
One half of the team seemed content to hoof the ball up front and just hope something happened. The other, wiser half, played through the strength of the team, the midfield, to move the forward.
Trouble was, Poole couldn’t seem to make its mind up which course to pursue and as a result did neither very well. Players’ touches seemed heavy and final  balls never quite made it to the intended recipient
Wimborne, one league below the hosts, bossed the first half with a lot of good play down both wings with both Poole full backs seemingly happy to let their wingers cut inside and have a shot but Thomas was equal to all that was thrown at him.
In fact, it was Poole that created the next best chance on 30 minutes as Steve “Archie Gemmill” Devlin danced past 4 defenders and as we all shredded our programs to recreate that Argentina ticker-tape experience he was just nudged as he shot and the ball tamely dribbled into the keeper
Less than a minute later, their number 9 burst through the defence and skilfully rounded the keeper. All he had to do was knock the ball into the empty net. Actually, that wasn’t all he had to do, he also had to take the ball with him. A step he seemed to forget and when he moved back to regain the ball, enough of the defence were back to snuff out the danger.
Wimborne finished the half the stronger, and despite a late chance when both Byerley and Elliott swung at the ball and clipped the bar from 12 yards out, Wimborne were worthy of their lead
Half Time 0-1
The second half started after the quickest half time ever (referee clearly on a promise) and Killick’s half time talk had obviously had an effect.
Preston had clearly been marked as the main outlet and he started to terrorize their right back
This had the knock on effect in that the more the defenders moved towards him, the more space was created for the rest of the team.
Cann saw this space on 55 minutes as he used Preston as his dummy runner  and charged forward. A one-two at the edge of the box gave him the chance to shoot but off balance, the keeper saved easily
A minute later, Preston skipped past his marker as he slipped and fired a cross from the left. Byerley came charging in and smashed the ball low only for the keeper to make an unbelievable point blank save with his leg – sending the ball wide for a corner.
He almost hit the ball too well, a scuff would probably have scored – maybe this wasn’t going to be our day
Just as we were all wondering how close the ball had to be before it would go in, we found out.
On 62 minutes, Preston again burst through and sent a defence splitting ball out wide to Elliott. He crossed low and hard into the box and from fully 4 inches Byerley smashed the ball in.
In fairness, it hit the roof of the net so in some respects maybe it was just as well it wasn’t 5 inches out :-)
I did feel sorry for Wazza though as he couldn’t give us all the goal scoring routine he’d been practising for months as his studs got caught up in the net and he lay there like a trussed up chicken
At that point the tannoy announcement was that if the game was level at full time, the game would go straight to penalties.
At the time I couldn’t work out whether the game being extended was a threat or a promise. It was the former.
As the regulars got subbed out the play, somehow, became even more disjointed from Poole and Wimborne resorted to the long ball hit and hope.
The one ray of class shown was by Turner as he fought to regain a ball, then turned his defender inside out before unleashing a venomous shot, well saved to the keeper’s right.
Full Time 1-1
All of a sudden there was a skirmish to my left. Brett Pitman had heard the word penalty and the only way Charlie Daniels and Cummings could stop him from taking them all was by wrestling him to the ground and sitting on his chest
Wimborne started the penalties and with Cann, Preston and Turner all scoring easily to keep the scores level at 3-3, the pressure was mounting.
This proved too much for the 4th Wimborne penalty taker who went for power and rammed the ball down the middle, only to find that Thomas hadn’t moved and the ball struck him for the vital save
Elliott put Poole 4-3 up for the first time and once Wimborne had levelled the score with their final penalty, it was up to Byerley to take the final one
Up he stepped and coolly slotted the ball to the keeper’s right to win the game 5-4
Summary – A poor quality game that no-one really deserved to win. At half time a friend told me he’d seen worse – I’m still not convinced that wasn’t the drink talking. Poole looked so much better when playing the ball on the deck through the middle but unfortunately the rush to get the ball forward stopped this from happening as often as it should
Star Performer – Dibba – I was so pleased when I saw he was playing as normally, with him in the team the report usually just writes itself – but today he was an absolute rock. Commanding in the air and assured on the floor – best game I’ve seen him play by a country mile