GOALS: Quaye, Reynolds ASSISTS: Simpson, Wallace MAN OF THE MATCH: Reynolds
BARE BONES DIDSBURY SIDE CLAIM A POINT AT POYNTON
Decisions are made by those who show up. The squad across both teams was threadbare enough, presumably Mothering Sunday meant many were paying homage to the women in their lives, understandable, but not helpful. Matters were made worse at 9am by another late withdrawal (ironically the reason many of us are able to celebrate Mother's’ Day). Dave Gowrie stunned the group by announcing he had been called away to ‘work’, rumours involve that he had forgotten it was mother's day, and that he does business in Saudi Arabia(?)
Didsbury kicked off with 11 men, and within 3 minutes, good play in midfield set Jack Simpson free down the wing, and, presumably well aware of his usual finishing prowess, Ollie Quaye was left unmarked to slot home. Chances came his way soon after, hitting the bar and then forcing the keeper into a smart save, but he was unable to add to the score.
Then disaster struck, William Westall made an uncharacteristic dash to close a defender down, and while he never got there and no contact was made, he left the encounter in a crumpled heap, unable to carry on. To compound matters, Poynton went down the other end and scored straight away. 1-1.
At half time the chat was mainly concerned with how Westall had limped off in agony but still managed to walk round the pitch and drive himself home. It was also centered around a big second half in which we would “play the ball high as the sun will blind them” Tika Taka stuff.
Simpson began the half auditioning for a role in the NBA, slapping the ball with his hand in the centre circle, and somehow evading a yellow card for it.
Didsbury were still creating chances, Jack Wallace forced a good stop from the keeper, Dave Reynolds was a constant threat from corners and Simpson's toe punt whistled inches wide of the post.
We went a goal down when a brief lack of concentration led to a close range effort, but the game was set for a frantic finish.
More chances were created, but the toll of playing with 10 men was beginning to show, with Reynolds and then Quaye limping around like women. We won a corner from Wallace’s shot, and Reynolds decided it was the best time to limp from his own box to the other, with fellow limper Quaye advising against it. Reynolds ignored him, and once the ball came to him in the box, he knew that if he didn't score he would be forced to limp back and defend, so he took the former option and lashed the equaliser into to top of the net. We had one more chance but couldn't grab the winner, in the end a good point and performance.
Words by Ollie Quaye.
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