Match Report

Well, that escalated quickly

Growler came out flying, dominating possession and carving out chance after chance. The lads were cooking but Max Calvert-Preston was serving cold leftovers. The big man up top missed so many sitters, we’re starting to think he’s on a secret mission to keep games competitive. Either that or he accepted a bribe from a shady bloke behind the dugout. Suspicious.

Despite the onslaught, Boldmere Wanderers somehow took the lead with their only sniff of goal. A tame shot straight at Dave, who decided to audition for Cirque du Soleil and let it slip through his hands like a wet bar of soap. 1–0 down, completely against the run of play.

But Growler didn’t sulk. We rallied, and just before the break, Major rose like a salmon at a corner and nodded in a beauty. 1–1 at halftime, and spirits were high

Then came the second half. And it stunk worse than Max’s finishing.

Growler conceded five goals in a half that felt like a fever dream. The defence crumbled, the midfield vanished, and the lads looked no where near the oevel they did in the first half. Our back 4 spending more time looking at the linesmen than tracking their man. 

Still, we created chances. And Max? Well, Max did what Max does. Missed sitters. 

With the game slipping away, the gaffer turned to Wadams, and the man delivered. Picking up the ball on the edge of the box, he shimmied past his defender and slotted it home at the near post. A proper finish. That’s 2 in 2 for Wadams—form is temporary, class is permanent.

MOTM Performance from Miles. Absolute engine. Ran the show in midfield, broke up play, and was the heartbeat of every attacking move. If we had eleven Miles, we’d be top of the league.

Overall a game of two halves. First half, we looked like champions. Second half, we looked like a we just came back from a stag do. But there were bright sparks, and we go again. Just… maybe someone hide Max’s boots next week.

MOTM: Miles

DOTD: Max