Second half fightback not enough to rescue disappointing Academy team.

Posted on August 27, 2011 by The other Bob Wilson

I don’t know what it is about Cardiff sides lately that means that they have to hand the opposition three goals when they play at Cardiff City Stadium, but, it’s happened four times in the first team’s last five competitive matches and today the Under 18’s were at it as they made a gift of the game to a big, but technically limited Sheffield Wednesday team.

If City’s youngsters were very good in drawing up at Liverpool last week, they were equally as poor in the opening half today in front of decent sized crowd at the main stadium. Without skipper Joe Ralls to knit things together in the middle of the park, City struggled from the off against bigger opponents who showed a better appetite for the game than our kids. Challenges were being lost all over the park as play continuously headed towards the City goal, but, although Wednesday were the stronger team in terms of physique and power, they looked pretty ordinary on the technical front and so there were not many chances to show for twenty minutes or so of complete dominance at the start of the match.

Ironically, when a goal did come it was at a time when City were enjoying their best spell of the half – Jesse Darko, who looked capable of causing problems if he could get a better service, headed against the bar and Tom O’Sullivan was denied a goal from the rebound by a brave diving save from the Wednesday keeper, while a Jaye Bowen inswinging corner found it’s way into the net, only for the goal to be disallowed by a fussy referee, who thought we had all turned up to watch him, for a push. The visitors first goal came from the penalty spot after Mamadou Diallo brought down a Wednesday player as he prepared to shoot following a cleverly worked short free kick – if the penalty award was a fair one, I’m not sure the same could be said for the free kick which had been given just before it for an alleged push by a City player.

Tom O'Sullivan - a goal and a good individual performance from the clever striker.

The penalty was put away with little fuss and I’m afraid that City rather fell apart after that. Ben Nugent was caught out as City’s defence let what should have been a harmless long ball find it’s way through to the Wednesday left winger who cut inside and curled a lovely shot against the crossbar – the ball then being turned in by a team mate who had been following in. It went from bad to worse after that after Wednesday broke from a City corner and, once again, a routine long ball forward opened the defence up. Keeper Liam Matthews was left facing a one on one and sent the Wednesday player sprawling. It was definitely a foul, but City disputed the penalty award on the grounds that the incident happened outside the penalty area -if I had been sat in my normal seat I might have been able to say whether they had any justification in their argument, but it was impossible to tell from about sixty yards away. Once again, the penalty was scored with ease and City trooped off at the break three goals down – I never like being critical of our youngsters, but it had been pretty dreadful stuff.

Neil Ardley doesn’t strike me as a teacup thrower, but, judging by the contrast between City’s first half showing and their performance after the break, some harsh words were said in the dressing room at half time. City had shown themselves to be the more gifted team when they had the chance to play some football, but they were losing the physical battle by a distance and the introduction of the French pair Yannis Drais and Kevin Saint Luce helped even things up a bit on that score. The latter was soon forcing the Wednesday keeper into a smart diving save and there was no doubt that the mood of the game had now changed completely. City forced countless corners and at times it seemed that a goal just had to come as the ball bounced around close to the Wednesday goal just crying out for someone to whack it in, but when City did finally make their pressure count, it came from an error from the previously impressive keeper who allowed a Tom O’Sullivan shot to roll just over the line. When Saint Luce fired just wide after a clever pass from Oshilala, there was a definite feeling that City could still get something from the game, but time was running out and it needed the help of the referee to keep those hopes alive with about ten minutes to go – I don’t think I was the only one who was baffled at the decision to award a penalty after a scramble in the Wednesday box, but City weren’t complaining and Darko coolly slotted home to make it 3-2.

Wednesday were now hanging on desperately and their goal led something of a charmed life in the closing minutes as Oshilala (at least I think it was him) hit the crossbar and some frantic last ditch defending kept City out, but time eventually ran out and the visitors clung on for what was in the end a slightly fortunate win. It’s easy to feel sorry for City after coming so close to pulling off an amazing comeback and players like O’Sullivan, Darko and Oshilala didn’t deserve to be on the losing side, but they really were their own worst enemy today after such a slow start. Although I would have thought they would lap up such a chance, maybe playing at the club’s home stadium is a bit too much for our youngsters at this stage of their career – I may be wrong here, but, I think our Under 18’s have lost the last five games they have played at Cardiff City Stadium/Ninian Park and in four of those games they have found themselves at least two goals down at half time.

 

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A tale of two keepers.

Posted on August 26, 2011 by The other Bob Wilson

Football violence is boring – anyone who doesn’t know me can identify me so easily whenever there is some sort of disturbance at a game involving the opposing supporters because I’ll be the person still watching the match! There was a very short time though in the late sixties when I just might have gone on to become a hooligan, but what happened during a match with Portsmouth in January 1968 was enough to knock any such thoughts on the head.

The bunch of us who used to go to matches together were about eleven or twelve when it was decided that we should get closer to the “action”. Therefore, for what was probably no more than three or four games, we decided to forsake our normal place in the Boy’s enclosure at the front of the Grange End and go further back into the middle of the group of “hard knocks” who did most of the singing about what they were going to do to the away fans if they found any.

Actually, when I say the middle of that group what I really mean is about twenty yards to the side of them and, truth be told, we were all getting a bit bored with our new surroundings in the early stages of a match with promotion chasing Portsmouth played on a pitch which had been turned into what was virtually a bog by the rain that teemed down for the whole ninety minutes.

I don’t think I was the only one who was relieved when one of our group suggested we go back down to the Boy’s enclosure where the view was so much better for a bunch of kids who used to call someone who was about five foot three “lanky”. However, the reason why he wanted to move was because he had a bag full of what I still call alleys which we could throw at the Portsmouth keeper John Milkins .

As I remember it, once we got to our normal place in the boy’s enclosure, it took a while for us to summon up the courage to start chucking the alleys. Speaking as someone with a absolutely pathetic  throwing arm, people stood on the Bob Bank were under more threat from my efforts than Milkins was, but one of my friends proved himself a far better shot than me and hit him with a pretty big alley that caught him on the side of the head.

Portsmouth's John Milkins - a painful afternoon at Cardiff in more ways than one.

Milkins collapsed as if he had been shot and landed face down in one of the many puddles in the goalmouth – he wasn’t unconscious (luckily there were no bompers in my mate’s collection!) , but it was obvious that he had been hurt and play was stopped while he received treatment. While this was going on three or four policemen congregated very close to where we were stood as they looked for the culprit.

By now we were panicking and the instinct was for us to do a runner, but either nobody around us had seen what happened (there were less spectators than normal in the area because of the rain which was blowing in under the Grange End roof) or they had done and weren’t going to grass on a fellow City fan. Therefore, I suggested we stayed where we were because to do otherwise would just bring attention to ourselves.

After a while play restarted with Milkins still looking pretty groggy and the policemen dispersed – we had got away with it, but, all of a sudden, the notion of attacking a footballer (because, let’s face it, that’s what it was) didn’t seem as much of a “laugh” as it had done about ten minutes earlier.  I can’t say for certain after all of these years, but I’m not sure if the lad who hit Milkins went to many more matches after that – I remember that he was still in a right state about it when we met up again in school on the Monday morning mind.

While all of this was going on, we were all paying less importance than we should have done to what was a very good City performance in absolutely awful conditions. Maybe it’s wishful thinking, but I’m pretty certain we had scored at least two of our three first half goals before Milkins was injured – Malcolm Clarke, Ronnie Bird and Peter King all scored in the opening forty five minutes as City belied both team’s league standings and went in with the game virtually won already at 3-0.

Besides Milkins, the Portsmouth team that day probably featured players like Ray Pointer, Roy Hiron and Harry Harris who were regular visitors to Ninian Park back in those days, but I can also remember the right back George Ley for reasons other than football. Back in those days a magazine called the Football League Review was given away free with the match programme and they used to run a best looking footballer in the league poll which went on throughout the season – George Best won every year it was held I believe, but George Ley of Portsmouth tended to come second. In my naive youth I used to believe that no one else but girls would vote in such a competition (there were certainly a few in my class who did so), but the regular presence of Trevor Hockey (who was then at Birmingham) in the top ten suggested that they definitely liked a bit of rough!

Fred Davies - nothing to do but get soaked on his Cardiff debut.

From memory, City players were conspicuous by their absence from the top ten every year, but, if the rumours about the, non footballing, reason for his leaving City are true, then at least one member of the fair sex might have voted for goalkeeper Fred Davies.

Far from making his departure from Cardiff though, Fred Davies was only just embarking on his City career that afternoon having been signed from Wolves for £10,000 in the days leading up to the game. Davies, who at around five foot ten, might have been deemed to be too short to be a keeper these days, was a more solid and reliable performer than many City keepers of that time – he may not have made many truly outstanding saves like, say, Bob Wilson would, but you wouldn’t get many gaffes from him either.

I don’t know what it was with goalkeepers and us in that game, but, for the last half an hour or so, Davies kept on turning around to us and tapping his wrist in a gesture asking how long there was to go. A small part of me admired our new keeper’s professionalism as he showed his concern that our opponents might still be able to claw their way back into the match, but, even at that young age, I knew in reality that, with Portsmouth showing no sign of scoring one, let alone three, what he really wanted to know was how long was it before he could return to the warm, dry dressing room!

John Milkins returned to Ninian Park on a few occasions in the following years and, in his last match here while playing for Oxford, I can remember him allowing a Clive Charles free kick from inside the City half to go over his head and into the net at the Grange End. It was a right howler from Milkins, but maybe he was still half expecting an alley to hit him at any moment.

6 January 1968

Cardiff City 3 Portsmouth 0

City Davies; Derrett, Murray, Harris, Ferguson; Jones, Lea, Clarke(1), Bird(1); King(1), Toshack Sub (not used) Allen

Portsmouth Milkins, Pack, Ley; Smith, Tindall, Harris; McLelland, McCann, Pointer, Kellard, Travers.

HT 3-0

Att. 14,841

 

 

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