Beeston
Rylands 4 Keyworth United Reserves 5
Nottinghamshire
Senior League – Division One
“If the
first thirty seconds are anything to go by, this could be a very long hour and
a half…”
The famous
last words of Steve who was on the phone to his good lady, just after the
Keyworth full back had found a back garden with an attempted ball down the
touchline.
Nostradamus
need not worry, Steve’s prediction did not quite unravel in the way he
expected, but more on that later, first, this was always going to be a
challenging day on the football front, the weather Gods had not been very kind
to us.
Snow and
frost in the previous 24 hours had blitzed the Midlands and North, so finding a
game was going to be a tricky exercise, especially if I wanted to get a new
ground in. Kiveton Park went by the wayside early doors due to a frozen pitch,
the artificial pitch that Caribbean Sports used was fine, but the visitors
could not raise a side, Hepworth was under so much snow they couldn’t find the
ground, let alone do a pitch inspection, so that left just the two.
They were Thurcroft
Miners Institute and Beeston Rylands, with Thurcroft being my initial choice in
the run up to the weekend. The visitors, Boynton Sports, received confirmation
all was ok at the Thurcroft Sports Hub, so off I set, knowing that Steve had got
an affirmative from Beeston and was on his way to the edges of Nottingham.
It was when
I drove into the car park at Thurcroft that I sensed something wasn’t quite
right, players were milling around in that limbo like fashion, and it soon
became clear that the referee was unhappy with parts of the pitch being frozen.
But, Thurcroft offered the alternative of a second pitch on the complex, but
again, after much striding and heel digging by the somewhat picky official, the
game was officially off.
I admit, I
might have broken the odd speed limit, getting to at least 75 mph on two or
three occasions on the M1, but a clear run and thanks to Steve guiding me into
the car park via the maze of roads that is the housing estate where Beeston
Rylands play, my scheduled 2pm arrival was now more like ten to two.
Beeston
Rylands joined the Notts Senior League at the start of this season from the
Notts Amateur Alliance where they were champions, and deemed to be a strong
side, they joined the league in the middle division of the three, and to be
fair that placing seems justified as the club sit in a comfortable mid-table
position.
The Facilities |
The ground
at Leyton Crescent is a council facility comprised of a couple of pitches and a
dressing room complex at the top of the site by the road. No rail or rope was
in place, but it had a somewhat rural feel to it being located on the very edge
of the urban life that is the busy Nottingham suburb. My original thoughts at
the start of the season were to visit on the train and sample some of the
excellent pubs that Beeston has to offer, but with it being a port in a storm
kind of day, that experience will have to wait.
Bizarrely
the pitch was fine, no sign of any frost and the temperature felt relatively mild
under the circumstances. We had a game, but after thirty seconds, Steve felt
suitably informed to make his prediction.
More Autumn Than Winter? |
So, what really
happened after the initial hoof into the back garden, was a quite brilliant
game of football, played by two committed sides and very well refereed by the
young official.
The visitors
raced into a two goal lead before Rylands pulled a goal back. That only spurred
on the away side to go up the other end to make it 1-3, and that was hot it
remained at half time. We were both ready for a beer at this point, and with no
refreshment facilities at the ground, I shot up the road to a shop and picked
up some cans of Carling to see us through the second period. A fridge was not
deemed necessary to keep them cool as the snow showers started to fall on the
open expanse situated close to the banks of the nearby River Trent.
Not A Speck Of White Stuff In Sight |
A screamer
of a shot made it 4-1, but then Rylands rallied and it went 4-2 and 4-3, were
we in for a monumental finish? Keyworth restored the two goal advantage but
then Rylands, who refused to give up, pulled it back to 5-4.
That was
how it finished, and what a superb game of football, one that neither of us
really wanted to see come to an end. Credit to all involved for putting on a
great spectacle.
As for
Steve, as the final whistle blew, he turned to me and said, “Well that was crap….”,
with more than a touch of irony in his voice.
We’re
planning on going to a game together on Wednesday, and the first choice match
is one that Steve suggested might be a really entertaining spectacle. On that
basis I’ll take my sleeping bag then….
Beeston Rylands FC |
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