POST MATCH RAMBLE: Burnley -v- Wednesday

POST MATCH RAMBLE: Burnley -v- Wednesday

This isn’t a big deal for us really.

A very straightforward drive over the Pennines, just over an hour away so we had no need to set off early and we could have a nice laid back and casual start to the day.

I picked the Young Un up and we headed over the M62 towards the dark side…I’d put the Sat Nav on even though we’ve been loads of times to Burnley, just to make sure on all those winding streets through Halifax, Hebden Bridge and Todmorden….but I didn’t really need it….I was confident enough…

Or so I thought anyway…

Just before we get to Todmorden the Sat Nav tells us to take a right…I decide that’s not such a good idea as it looks nothing more than a dirt track and decide to continue onwards towards Toddy and the safe route to Burnley but the Sat Nav is going nuts and is really insistent on us taking a right turn. It seems to be getting angrier by the minute, especially when I keep ignoring it so I ignore the next one as well but for some reason I gave in when it asked…one…more…time…

In 100 yards, take the next right….OR ELSE!

I did…

Well, I’ve made some mistakes in the past…I’ve ignored the Sat Nav in the past and it’s rogered me senselessly many, many times but this time it really did have me bent over…

I went up this road…this very narrow road and I didn’t even balk at the hairpin bend…the hairpin bend that was so hairpinny that I couldn’t drive the car round in one movement, it needed a three-point turn to get round…

Cliff Edge

Look at the view

I didn’t balk as we went alongside a deep ravine with a sheer drop on the Young Un’s side…

She was beside herself…she couldn’t breath…but still managed to blurt out DAAAAAAAAD!

WE’RE GONNA DIE!

Calm down I tell her…it’s not that bad…it’s beautiful round here, look at the views..

I AM!

I AM LOOKIN AT THE CHUFFIN VIEWS!

DOWN THIS CHUFFIN CLIFF!

We’re on the edge of a cliff and there’s a river a mile down there! She clamours…

I continue anyway…the Sat Nav says we’re going the right way…

The look on the old lady’s face who was out walking her dogs down this beautiful country ‘road’ as we headed towards her told a different tale. Especially as she had to clamber over a dry stone wall to get out of our way…

She managed a smile our way but inside she was scowling at us…I could tell…

I continued…it must have been three miles or so, down a road that was barely wide enough for the car, over potholes, puddles and piles of rubble…past a few farms and houses…or as I later realised, outhouses…

Until we came to a fork in the road…one way went to a farm and the other…

A sign…

Does that sign say what I think it says? I ask the Young Un.

She nods…

Dead End

Ya don’t say

DEAD END!

There’s another sign confirming it…No vehicles beyond this point.

EH?

WHAT THE CHUFFIN CHUFF?

I look at the Sat Nav as though expecting some kind of answer and I’m absolutely positive it was chuckling to itself.

‘Hehehe…ignore me will ya?’

I turn round…in a fashion…there was lots of grinding noise and scraping as we three-pointed on this pile of crap road…

We headed back the way we came…

Back down the narrow muddy road…I never noticed how muddy and slippy it was before…but I started to take more notice as we approached the ravine on the bend and I gripped the steering wheel a little tighter whilst clenching the cheeks of my arse (you couldn’t get a bus ticket between my cheeks at this moment).

The Young Un looked over at me…

‘Not so chipper now it’s on your side are ya?’

Yeah I think it’s steeper now actually…

‘Look at the views, it’s lovely isn’t it?’ she says sarcastically.

Old Lady on road

SOD OFF!

Just round the corner and there’s the old lady holding one of her dogs and disappearing over the wall again…and this time she definitely wasn’t smiling…

In fact I’m pretty sure she rolled her eyes at me and mouthed ‘F**KING IDIOT’

It was hard to disagree with her to be fair…and we smiled and waved anyway and apologised on our way past…

Another three-point turn round the hairpin and we were back on the main road…

That’s when I had another great idea!

I thought, right…we ignored the Sat Nav before so let’s go back to the first turn it wanted us to take.

I thought this could be like an apology – a way for us to make up with the Sat Nav, put it all behind us.

Again…I’m chuffin sure I could hear the tosser chuckling away…

Back we went and I took the turn…Hmmm…this still doesn’t look right..

Past some signs, up another muddy road but this one was even steeper…the car was struggling in first gear and it felt like we were at a 90-degree angle now…on some stupid scary arsed rollercoaster…

The Young Un pipes up…

WOAH!

I’m sure that sign said Sat Nav users turn back.

Go Back Signs

GO BACK OR DIE!

‘Yeah OK, I bet it did’ I tell her…

‘No, no, it did…stop and let me out, I’ll go look’ she insists…

I tell her to stay put and let the car roll backwards…

I wish I hadn’t…it was narrow, it was muddy and it was chuffin steep!

We managed it safely enough but you couldn’t have crowbarred my hands off the steering wheel whilst we rolled back…

And there it was…how the chuff could I have missed that signpost?

It was like one of them Scooby Doo ‘TURN BACK OR DIE’ signs…

RIGHT!

I’VE HAD IT WITH YOU YA SATNAV TOSSER!

I turn the Sat Nav off, head to Todmorden and follow the signs for Burnley…and strangely enough we arrived without anymore hiccups, albeit it quite late and we’d be lucky to make kick off now..

In fact we didn’t make kick off. We parked up down a side street, headed off at a brisk pace to the ground, which was just around the corner, but there was quite a queue at the turnstiles too just to add to the delay..

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THE MATCH

Burnley have got some quality players...but we’ve got a few of our own too

Burnley have got some quality players…but we’ve a few of our own too

They’ve come on a lot since that game at our place have Burnley, they look a much better unit and a decent football side if I’m honest…in that game at ours they pretty much stole the points.

We bossed the game, played them off the pitch but they had two chances and scored from them…I stand by that but since that game we’ve gone in opposite directions…them onwards and upwards and us downwards…and err…back up a little bit, then down again before going up again but never quite high enough to relax…

On the back of our recent confidence boosting form I was back to approaching games in buoyant mood and fancied us to win this and what’s more I WANTED us to win this…desperately so….just to get those ‘stolen’ points back…

The problem is, what I want and what I expect don’t really matter do they?

They have a better quality of player in general than us and they’ve been putting the continuing parachute payments to good use…

In the opening 45 minutes they were putting those high quality players to good use…

Don’t get me wrong, they didn’t have things all their own way but they did have the lion’s share of possession and more importantly the better of the chances…some of which were criminally allowed to go begging.

We were keen to see our new fella at the back, ‘Gooch’, and see if he was as good as our American friends tell us he is…

Hmm…he didn’t get off to the brightest of starts and in those opening exchanges Gooch made a bit of a Horlicks of a pretty easy situation which led to a mix-up with his fellow defenders and allowed Burnley in…and in big style!

They should have buried the ball but somehow put it wide…from our angle it looked an open goal and easier to score than miss but miss they did…thankfully!

Within a minute or so of that chance all the Wednesday fans thought we’d got a penalty, a huge shout and it looked for all the world like the Burnley lad had gone through the back of Kizza Lee but the ref was having none of it and waved it away…to be fair to Kizza and our players none of them complained too much…we didn’t really have time as Burnley were straight on the attack again…

They broke and found Ings, who bore down on goal before unleashing a 25-yard piledriver that Kirkers tipped over the bar…Ings had caught it well and it had plenty of power but I’d have been disappointed if Kirkers had been beaten from that distance…it was another wasted opportunity really as they had players getting forward and it would have needed to be something special to beat Kirkers from that distance.

Burnley weren’t done, again minutes later they get a better chance from inside the box this time and what should without a shadow of a doubt been a goal for them was somehow put wide of the post…the gasps from both sets of fans were clearly audible…how the hell did he miss that?

We breathed a huge sigh of relief and urged our own players on…

Wake the chuff up!

It didn’t really work and there appeared to be a developing lack of trust between our longer term players and our new fella Gooch, who was looking decidedly shaky to say the least…they didn’t seem to trust his judgement or ability and were trying doubly hard to cover for him which was creating more problems than it was curing as we were leaving gaps all over the place…

Those gaps amidst our stretched defence were almost punished yet again by a superb cross by Treacy in front of us to the right of our 18-yard box, rolling right across the six-yard area and through a mass of legs…no one managed to get a foot on it…incredible stuff and the ball rolled harmlessly through and across to the other side…

To get in at half time with the score 0-0 would be an incredible effort by our players and would owe no small amount of thanks to lady luck and poor Burnley finishing….

Within a minute or so of me thinking that we were a goal behind, with those desperate hopes dashed totally…

‘Gooch’ can only look on as Vokes puts Burnley ahead

‘Gooch’ can only look on as Vokes puts Burnley ahead

A speculative ball is prodded forward and in all truth it looked a simple ball for Semedo to deal with but it popped up in front of him and the Burnley player nipped in quick as ya like and took it off his toes…

Within a heartbeat the ball had been lobbed over the defence and Vokes was running onto it and he made no mistake this time, sliding it easily past Kirkers…

It broke our hearts…of course it did….

Bassad!

It hurt, it hurt like a chuffer….

None of us cared that despite José’s mistake, it was still a great bit of football…

None of us cared that we should already be two…maybe three goals down…

None of us cared that the goal at least put some kind of fair slant on the game for Burnley to go in at half time leading…

None of cared that it was justice for a good half of football by the home side…

WE DIDN’T CHUFFIN CARE!

A minute or so later and we really didn’t care…

We were on the attack and for once we get a free kick given our way…at last! A little piece of justice our way from the ref!

It was on the angle, just outside the box, mebbe 20-25 yards out…our players filled the box…

Connor stepped up to the ball…obviously…

He delivered a lovely ball…obviously…

Over the defence and towards the back post where we nod it back…

Every single Wednesday head in the away end nodded an invisible ball to help the team….it dropped to our player at the other post – we couldn’t make out who it was, despite leaning forward in a vain attempt to get a better view, help the ball along and ease the tension…

And then…

Someone lashed at it just inside the back post…

Again, thousands of Wednesday feet in the stand kicked out desperately to prod the ball home…

AND THIS TIME IT WORKED!

We’d done it…the entire weight of the away support had forced the ball home….helped along by Chris Maguire…the ball had barely touched the net and the players were wheeling away celebrating…and of course…

We….went…nuts!

Another goal for Chris Maguire

Another goal for Chris Maguire

Maguire had snook in at the back and turned the ball inside the post…he was lovin it….great for us but really great for the player himself who looked done with us not too long ago…

We didn’t care that Burnley had played well and we were hardly in the half…

We didn’t care that us levelling the game just before half time was a grave injustice to how well Burnley played…

We didn’t care that we’d scored against the run of play…

WE DIDN’T CHUFFIN CARE!

We were in fine voice now and really getting behind the team to urge them on.

We didn’t want half time to come…of course it did, and when the ref blew it stopped the Wednesday fans in their tracks as we were mid-belt but the chants quickly turned to applause for the players as they walked off the pitch towards the tunnel at our end…

How we had managed to get to half time with the scores level we didn’t know…it had been a dominant display from the home side and we would have to endure another 45 minutes of that sort of pressure…

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When they came out for the second half that goal had given us a huge boost…both on the pitch and off it and the Wednesday fans had renewed faith and so it seemed did the players who were trying to take the game to Burnley a little more now…

Almost instantly we were up and at em and getting in behind them on our left with both Maghoma and Wickham causing a few problems….it was a beautiful bit of play that led to Maghoma dancing towards the box and getting just inside, with Wickham behind him in a great position screaming for the ball so he could loft a cross into the waiting Wednesday players…

Instead Mags decided to have a go…or was it a cross…whatever it was…it was poor and Wickham wasn’t pleased with him….some great build up play wasted with that poor decision by Mags…and Wickham made sure he knew it.

When Maghoma finally did a bit of your actual nuts and bolts work and chased the Burnely defender it was great to see…it’s a failing in his game and it’s what makes his style like that of JJ…and it’s not the good part of JJ’s game… he needs to work harder when we don’t have the ball and here he was doing just that.

The Burnley lad turned…Maghoma stuck to him…

The Burnley lad turned again…Maghoma stuck to him…

He turned again and again and again…and at each and every turn Maghoma was there in his face not giving him a minute…it was a great piece of dogged determination. It was lovely to see from him for a change and just as it looked as though he’d finally spun the defender into submission; the ref blew for a foul…

WHAT!?!

It seems now, there’s a rule about stick-to-itevness…you aren’t allowed to be THAT determined…

I swear to you he never touched the lad, there was no foul at all, not that I’ve ever known about anyway (though I admit, you could fit that on a stamp). It was just the most ridiculous of ridiculous rulings by one of the most ridiculous referees I’ve seen a long time…

We picked ourselves up though, dusted ourselves down and we weren’t waiting long for another great chance and it fell to Maguire again. But this time he shot high and wide of the far post following some good play from Liam Palmer down our right…we still weren’t done with yet though and minutes later we burst out of defence following a Burnley attack…

We head forward and just outside the box Kizza Lee looks up and sees Lavery in space; he delivers an outstanding ball to the youngster who does get in a shot but the sting is taken from it by a defender and the keeper managers to parry it aside…unlucky by the youth but good play nonetheless…

The Wednesday fans were getting into full swing by now and belting out at the top of our voices…

AND IT’S HI HO SHEFFIELD WEDNESDAY…

Whilst we’re belting that out Burnley were busying themselves retaking a grip on the game and Keith Treacy is taking a free kick from a foul on him.

As usual with him, he produces another excellent cross that is met easily and unchallenged but the header is put well over the bar…another let-off and we let the Wednesday players know in no uncertain terms they need to get to grips with that stuff…

It was a great cross, fair enough, but to allow them an uncontested header is very poor indeed, especially with the size of some our players.

Stuart Attwell – not very good at his job

Stuart Attwell – not very good at his job

To add to the comedy capers of officialdom we’d already seen the ref gives a throw in to Burnley…there was an instant collective WAAAAH?

When every single person on the pitch, in the dugouts, in the stands, in the town of Burnley, in the towns of Bolton, Blackburn, Leeds, Sheffield Hull and Zee-chuffing-brugge can see the ball has come off a Burnley player…the ref gives it the wrong way.

Did he have a cheeky fiver on Burnley to win this? He must have….

Semedo, bless him, remonstrated with the ref about that decision, possibly suggesting a visit to Specsavers, obviously in his sexy Portugese accent, but to no avail and he still received a yellow card for his efforts…

However it wasn’t totally in vain as the ref FINALLY went over to the linesman who had coyly held up his flag in our favour…as soon as that happened the Burnley manager went absolutely leet…like they’d been treated unfairly…FFS!

I take back what I said…everyone between Burnley and Zeebrugge EXCEPT the ref and Sean Dyche could see it was our ball….

OK, it was a lot of fuss about nothing in the end as no-one got any advantage from it anyway but it underlines how poor the referee was today.

With that little spat behind us we were coming under a lot of pressure now and Burnley went even closer to regaining the lead when they had a shot blocked on the line with Kirkers beaten all ends up.

But Liam Palmer was having none of it and standing on the line he headed clear…the ball bounced back out into the danger area and Burnley were all over it again…

Once again the Wednesday fans were twisting and turning in an attempt this time to help defend and clear the lines and somehow the ball ended up going wide of the post from another poor effort by the home side…we were definitely starting to feel the pressure now and we needed to hold on…

Around the 70 minute mark Maghoma went off to be replaced by Nuhiu who went up front with Lavery dropping out wide…it worked quite well too with Lavery slotting in there like it was his position from birth.

I liked it a lot….and we needed Nuhiu to help hold the ball up and stop it coming back at us so quickly…

We almost went one better than simply stopping it coming at us…

Once again we got the ball going down our right hand side and Maguire skipped into the box, he turned the defender and was pulling away from him just about to pull the trigger when he was upended by the Burnley defender….

PELANTY!!!!

Every Wednesday fan, player and coach in the ground shouted as one, as the Burnley fans and players and coaching staff winced and heaved a heavy sigh inwards fearing the worst…

And well they should, this was a no brainer…

Every single person inside the ground….outside the ground…well, you know the rest…from here to Zeebrugge everyone could see it was a pelanty…even the ref this time…

OK, OK, so the ref had made a mistake with the throw in, he’d made loads of pussy decisions on non-fouls, he’d been inconsistent on what constitutes a foul but even this ref couldn’t get this wron–

CHUFF ME SIDEWAYS!!!!

He did!

He did get it wrong!

Not only did he get it wrong but he doubled that mistake by booking Maguire for diving…

Of course the Burnley fans thought it was hilarious, as you would, but we were apoplectic…

BOOOOOO!

gobsmacked

Gobsmacked

The Wednesday fans were not impressed by that decision at all…it looked such an easy decision to make…how could he get that so wrong?

Sweet Baby Jeebers on a bike!

With the dismissal of what looked an absolutely nailed on penalty our hopes and chances were waved away and from that moment we barely got a look in…worse than that, Burnley had at us.

For 15 minutes…probably more…it felt like a week…we were under constant attack from Burnley…

OK we had a couple of breaks and Wickham put a shot wide when he should have done better but it was little respite from the Burnley onslaught and there can’t have been many in that ground, Burnley OR Wednesday fans that weren’t expecting another Burnley goal…

The winner was coming…with this sort of pressure it HAD to come and no way could we hold on under this sort of pressure…they had shot after shot on our goal…they hit the post…the ball thwacked and bounced back before being cleared….

Then…in the last minute of injury time, when most Wednesday are frantic with nerves in tatters…shouting all the usual rubbish…clear it…hoof it…get shut…and along with the twisting and turning and kicking and heading and doing everything they possibly can to help defend…just when we thought we’d done enough to repel all borders, the ball lands at the feet of Ings in the centre of the box and he has a free shot on goal…

The top goalscorer is clear to take the game for the home team…

He leathers it top corner and you could hear every single Wednesday heart stop …the whole thing slowed down in front of us, we held our breath, waiting for the inevitable cheer from the Burnley fans as they celebrated their lead…their WIN!

As the ball headed goalwards and clearly net-bound….

Across flew the drainpipe figure of Chris Kirkland and an outstretched hand to push the ball away…

DENIED!!!!

What a save…

WHAT

A

CHUFFIN

SAVE!!!!

Kirkers

Our Lord, the saviour – Chris Kirkland

Sweet baby Jeebers I was clinging to my fruit bag like my life depended on it but when he pushed that shot aside my fruitbag was well and truly burst!

OH LORDY LORDY!

We had to defend the resulting corner but incredibly we did just that and the whistle went…

At the whistle a couple of Burnley players dropped to the ground…maybe floored by the outward sigh from the Wednesday fans…

They’d given it everything in those final minutes in an attempt to win the game but they hadn’t been able to break us down, to make it count and when the whistle finally went it was a blessed relief for us and we’d gone a little way to stealing a point back from those stolen from us earlier in the season….though we did have the officials to play against in this game too…
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‘How did he keep THAT one out?’

‘How did he keep THAT one out?’

We ducked out of the ground and headed back to the car…just a nice steady drive home and it would finish off a pretty decent day…when we approached the car though there was that sickening sight…I could just about make out in the gloomy evening…stuck to the windscreen…the yellow peril…a parking ticket…

SH*T!

SOD YOU BURNLEY!

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A couple of things before I go…

On the way back when we picked up Radio Sheffield there was a bloke on saying Semedo isn’t good enough for this standard, which in my opinion is very harsh. He made one mistake in yet another solid and consistent performance and he’s not good enough? I slated  him early in the season, suggesting the same thing but he has without a shadow of doubt proven that, not only is he good enough for this level, but he is possibly our most consistent player since getting back into the first team and I’m more than happy to say I was wrong about the likable Portugeezer.

Gooch
It wasn’t an impressive start for the fella. He was awful first half, really awful. He let too many loose balls go, looked indecisive and what’s more the others didn’t trust him and ended up covering too much for him which meant leaving loads of gaps…he allowed the bounce way too many times which caught him out and on one occasion, when clearly getting a shout from Kirkers, he ignored him and headed away or to put it another way, into danger, whilst holding his arms out to Kirkers saying, ‘I ain’t listenin to you dude’.

Having said all that…

He grew into the game and in the second half REALLY grew into it…started a little shady still but by the end of it was making some excellent clearances and good decisions.

Keith Treacy

Great performance

Keith Treacy
Why was he slumming it with us in League 1 when he is clearly well above that standard?

The home club gave man of the match to goalscorer Vokes, as they usually do…it’s the easiest option after all but Treacy was by far the man of the match and not just for Burnley.

Don’t get me wrong we had some decent performances ourselves not least from our keeper but Treacy was excellent and seemed to have a hand in everything they did going forward and can still deliver a wonderful ball into the danger zone. It was a relief when he was subbed.

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Cheers
Steve:Beastie
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4 Comments

  1. Great write up as always Beastie, but I need a magnifying glass ! crank up the font size a notch or two !!

    UTO

  2. What device do you read it on Bobby? I know the font size can fluctuate depending on whether you’re on a PC/tablet/mobile which I appreciate can be quite annoying!

    • Im on a 27″ wqhd monitor, so no issue there !! the page source code shows the font is extra small !!

      Nothing drastic, but it would render better if it was turned up a single notch !! imo, no big deal 🙂

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