Rustington 3
Alfold 0
SCFL Division 2
Rustington Recreation Ground
November 21
Month: November 2015
UPPER BEEDING: Blowing a Tony Gale…
Upper Beeding vs Westfield
SCFL Division Two
The Memorial Playing Fields
November 7
Attendance 25
The beauty of football is that it transcends it’s dictionary description of just a game. It unites, divides, brings joy, provides sorrow – in fact pretty much every emotion can be summed up on a football pitch when Saturday comes. There was a reminder of this on Remembrance weekend when Nomad took a trip to the Memorial playing fields‎.
Sitting the heart of a pretty village with views of the downs on both sides, this was the home of Upper Beeding FC‎. It’s rare not just in its picturesque setting but also because there was ample car parking.
It was also rare as despite turning up 30 minutes before kick off‎ in conditions best suited to filming a horror movie, I couldn’t find anywhere to get a cup of tea. The home team, the yellows, we’re busy warming up while the visitors were just heading to the dressing rooms. Beyond was a mammoth two tier building which I reckoned must be the clubhouse. But after walking up the cast iron fire escape to the open door, what I presumed to be the kitchen has just a kettle, TV and few chairs but no one there. I had a peek for a programme – nope. And there wasn’t a team board either. Weird.
As it was I retreated back downstairs, headed out to the roped off spectator area and waited for the teams to emerge in the hope that the game wasn’t called off.
It wasn’t. So after the teams trotted out across the cricket outfield, they stood arm in arm for a minutes silence. And then, it was game time.
The first 30 minutes was largely uneventful, which does give me a chance to talk about the weather. It was dreadful. The rain was driving and contained all manner of animals, rather than just the cat and dog. And the wind was, to use a West Ham legend’s name in vein, blowing a Tony Gale. Perfect for Nomad’s waterproofs, difficult for possession football.
Beeding did try to keep the ball on the floor though – kicking in to the wind, they couldn’t ‎do much else. The visitors, from a village near Bexhill, went a bit more rural, relying on a variety of lofted balls which inevitably got blown in to arms of the opposing goalie.
Bizarrely, the visiting number 8 seemed to be called Heman (named after the cult 80s cartoon hero perhaps). If so, he failed big time in using his superhero powers to retrieve a number of stray passes which ended up in the fenced-off cricket square area adjoining the pitch. “I can’t get jump over, I’ll do by back in,” the Westfield full back told me. Looking at the muddy conditions and spikes atop the four foot fence, such a conundrum was best left for the kids to solve, which they did on more than one occasion. Throw in a few bone-crunching tackles, and there was plenty to keep Nomad interested in during the early exchanges, even if the quality wasn’t that much.
The deadlock was broken after 20 minutes. Following good work on the leftm the ball broke to James Rowland who rifled it in from edge of the box. It triggered two things – one: the yellows had a mass group hug; two: the visitors started arguing – and from what I could hear, only 30 per cent of what was said was football related.
The rest of the half was full of sliding tackles, a gale force wind and a bit of humour. Westfield could have had one back when a flicked shot was turned on to the post. Moments later, when one of their players was lying injured Yellows’ goalie did the sporting thing by putting the ball out. Only this meant belting the ball really hard so it clear the adjoining fence. Have it.
Half time came and while the players retreated for a cup of vimto and a slice of orange, Nomad discovered to his horror a total lack of cash. So rather than grabbing a mug of tea, I was left to retreat to the car and warm up with artificial French air from the vehicle’s engine.
The second half brought a great deal more on the footballing front. Whatever Beeding put in their Vimto I’d love to know, as they came out of the blocks firing. Wit the wind at their backs they scored three quick goals. The first was thanks to a fluffed clearance from the opposing goalie which was turned in by James Bacon from 35 yards. Then there was a bullet header from Sam Gunn, before Ben Whales added a fourth following some nice play down the left.
But Westfield to their credit did not give in. And after the introduction of their subs, really looked a far stronger team going forward. On 65 minutes they received a pen which was slotted home. Then, a few minutes later there was a more obvious foul in the box – but, much to the Westfield manager’s ire, he waved play on. Cue, an earful aimed at the man in black.
That killed the game. But there was still time for a bit of fun in the last five minutes. After a bit of an iffy foul, Westfield’s number 10 was booked.
But he gave the ref such a mouthful for the next three minutes that he issued him a second yellow – and all before the game resumed. Following a few appeals, he turned round and asked one of the Westfield lads: “Do you want one as well?” Number nine clearly did, as just moments later, he got one too. Madness.
And so the game ended, four one to the home team. And as the players trundled off for something a little stronger than Vimto, Nomad retreaded to the car, dripping wet and mud flying everywhere. It’s these kind of days that you remember…
THE ESSENTIALS
Upper Beeding FC
The Memorial Fields,
Upper Beeding,
Sussex
BN44 3WN
www.upperbeedingfc.co.uk
@upperbeedingfc
Getting there and away
Car: from the south, leave the A27 at the Shoreham flyover and take the exit marked Steyning /A283. Head north on this road until you come to a roundabout. Take the second exit towards Henfield and Small Dole. At the next roundabout go straight on and Memorial Palying Fields in on your right signposted sports field.
Nearest station: Shoreham (five miles)
Bus: the Number 2 bus (Brighton and Hove) runs from central Brighton to Steyning and Upper Beeding every 30 mins. It stops in Upper Beeding high street, a short walk to the ground.
Programme
A first for Nomad, I read this online before I went to the game. Nicely done by the Beeding committee. It had some excellent features in there and clearly a labour of love for whoever puts it together. Just wish I could have picked up a paper copy at the game too.
Food and drink
Not a sausage on this front, partly due to arriving too early, partly due to having no money in the Nomad wallet…
Clubhouse
Basic. And not easily accessible. And not obvious either. That’s providing I found the actual clubhouse and not just some hall which was being used by those finishing off their pilates class…
Toilets
Not sure. Didn’t pop in as didn’t want to talk in to the said pilates class…
MATCH FACTS
Upper Beeding FC 4
James Rowland 20; James Bacon 50;
Sam Gunn 54; Ben Whales 60
Westfield 1
Adebola Sotoyinbo 65
Attendance – 25
Upper Beeding
**note: numbers not correct
1. JJ Banasco Zaragosa
2. Leo Trower
3. Fraser Lawrence
4. Jim Bacon
5. Lee Donaldson
6. Sam Goodridge
7. James Rowland
8. Sam Gunn
9. Sam Witherden
10. Sam Whales
11. Alex Townley
Subs
12. Dylan Fane
14. Louis Smart
15. Dan Geard
Westfield
TBC
Scouting report
Sitting in mid table, Upper Beeding have a lot to do in order to catch the front runners at the top of the SCFL Division Two. But on this showing they certainly have the players to do it. With a solid back line who are strong in the air and a front pairing who bring the rest of team into play, they look a good if not spectacular side. Stand out players were Sam Gunn, who deserved his goal, and full back Fraser Lawrence. According to the programme it was his birthday – although I’m not quite sure the fashion world is ready for his Zoolander pose just yet…
As for Westfield and I think this was just a bad day at the office, as seen with the two red cards late on. The first half they were far too direct, with the wind taking too many through balls into the hands of the opposing goalkeeper. They looked a lot better in the second half when with the introduction of their substitutes, they looked better on the ball and kept it a lot more. Whether they can kick on beyond mid table, we’ll have to see.
GALLERY: Upper Beeding vs Westfield
HAYWARDS HEATH TOWN: A blast from the past…
Haywards Heath Town vs Horsham
Hanbury Park Stadium
Sussex RUR Cup, second round
October 20
Attendance 94
The 1950s is well-known for a lot of things: the Cold War, the coronation of the Queen, the Suez Crisis, rationing. And also, the time when Haywards Heath Town took their place among some of the country’s biggest names in football.
As members of the Metropolitan League, the Blues regularly went toe-to-toe with the third teams of Arsenal, Chelsea, West Ham and Tottenham. Heady days indeed. And to help entertain those titans when they visited Mid Sussex, Hanbury Park stadium was built. At it’s heart was a mammoth stand on one side – no doubt full of asbestos – and, despite time not being kind to Town, it’s this behemoth which still welcomes visitors to the ground to this day.
The only issue is rather than entertaining the big names from the capital Town have spent much of the last decade languishing in the lower leagues of the Sussex County League. But, with a cash injection from the development of part of the ground, a new 3G pitch planned at the top end of the ground and an experienced manager with a track-record of winning promotion, things are looking up.
While the season is still early, Haywards Heath have put together a remarkable run under manager Shaun Saunders, who achieved great things at Peacehaven. The Division One side have won 11 in a row – and so it was with great interest I went along to see how the Division One side would do up against the relative giants of Horsham FC, a side which is seen as being favourites for a return to the Ryman this year. The competition was the RUR cup, a competition founded with charity in mind – but this was quickly discarded as the players entered the arena.
Arriving bang on kick off, the match was one of the best I’ve seen so far. Full of endeavour, quality and quickness of mind. Throw in the magic of the lights on a crisp October evening and this was non-league football at it’s finest.
The home side had much the better of the early exchanges, a well-saved free kick on ten minutes probably the best of the chances. But, while the hustled and bustled their higher league opponents, you always got the feeling the visiting Hornets were always a few seconds away from buzzing into life.
Most of the good work went through number nine Terry Dodd, who was the counterpoint in Horsham’s side. It was through him that every attack went through and he went close a few times to putting his side in front. But he was often let down by the lack of support from is team-mates. Perched in the old stand among the asbestos and pigeon poo was a very animated Hornets fan who was becoming increasingly frustrated. It wasn’t clear if this was at the team or to the bloke who was stood directly in front of the “do no stand here” sign. It was a relief to us all when the half time whistle went – goalless at the break and time for a drink.
Into the second half and the game started to pick up with Town pushing the visitors back with their busy all-action play on and off the ball. But it was the Hornets who scored first with a quality goal – Alex Duncan’s whipped in cross was met by the diving Evan Archibald to put Horsham one up. Game over?
Certainly not. Town just upped the levels on the bleep test, running with more intensity. Filled with a burger and a drop of lager, Nomad had much admiration for the way they carried themselves at breakneck speed around the pitch. The stand out was Freddie Barker, a nimble number nine who a betting man would have staked his shirt on scoring. And he did with 20 minutes to go – turning home a free kick which was well saved by the Hornets’ goalie Gareth Williams.
Minutes later the goalscorer was taken off, as a long ball through proved to be a yard too far- and as he winced holding his hammy, the general consensus was that was Town’s best bet for a victory gone. How wrong this Nomad was.
Full time brought an extra 30 minutes and the stage was set for the ultimate cheeky chappie, Max Miller. Most of you viewers will not be familiar with the 1940s dance hall favourite who wowed and shocked crowds with his big trousers and risqué humour. His namesake displayed none of these qualities – but what he did have was bundles of energy, and pushed up top he harried the Hornet’s defence rotten. Just before the break he seized onto a mistake by Charlie Farmer and poked the ball home from the edge of the box.
Into the final period and Horsham looked out of ideas. And then there was the best of the lot – a worldy strike from Town midfielder Carl Dunk (I thought he was called “monkey” for most of the game….) which sailed in from all of 40 yards. Cue mobbing of the bench and a group hug of epic proportions.
And so, that was that – a charity cup giant killing where promotion favourites Horsham looked second best in pretty much every area. As for Town, this is 13 wins in a row – and no one would bet against them keeping it going well beyond Christmas. The last time they did that everything was in black and white.
Haywards Heath Town FC
Hanbury Stadium
Allen Road
Haywards Heath
West Sussex
RH16 3PT
http://www.pitchero.com/clubs/haywardsheathtownfc
@hhtfc
Car: Take the A23 and come off at the Bolney junction heading towards Haywards Heath. Follow A272 and at the fourth roundabout go straight on to Butler’s Green Rd. Follow the one way system around the town then turn left on to Church Road. Continue straight on to New England Road. After half a mile, turn right on to Allen Road. The stadium is at the bottom of the road on the left hand side with plenty of car parking on the left.
Nearest station: Haywards Heath (one mile, 20 mins walk)
Programme
A nice read. Looks good with a nice thick front cover and clear layout. Enjoyable intros from chairman and the manager, with the bonus of an up-to-date league table. If there was a criticism it’s a little advert heavy -and a nice biog of the visitors would have been decent touch.
Food and drink
Who said barbecues should only be done in summer? With the grill fired up, had an excellent burger with cheese for a mere £2. The bar didn’t have any ale on cask but the bottles of lager were nicely chilled and went down far too easily.
Clubhouse
Nestled below the 1950s stand, this was a little haven. Once you navigated down the steps, beyond the swinging double doors was a tidy little club with plenty of seats and a bar at the far end. The historic pictures on the wall were an excellent additions, as was the display of club merch.
Toilets
Nomad was spoilt here as there was a choice – with lavs inside the clubhouse and a couple of portaloos behind it too. They were all clean with the outside bog even having paper, soap and a towel…
MATCH FACTS
Haywards Heath Town 3
Freddie Barker 70,
Max Miller 104, Carl Dunk 115
Horsham 1
Evan Archibald 59
Attendance 94
Haywards Heath Town
1. Simon Lehkyj
2. Mike Gardner
3. Bailie Rogers
4. Carl Dunk
5. Josh Bryant
6. Nathan Cooper
7. Max Miller
8. Ryan Warwick
9. Freddie Barker
10. Rob O’Toole
11. Jamie Weston
Subs
12. Danny Turner
14. Scott Marshall
15. Matt Geard
16. Graham Marris
17. James Westlake
Horsham
1. Gareth Williams
2. Alex Duncan
3. Brad Lewis
4. Kevin Keehan
5. Ashley Jones
6. Charlie Farmer
7. Joe Shelley
8. Adam Hunt
9. Terry Dodd
10. Kieran Pamment
11. Evan Archibald
Subs
12. Jake Chadwick
14. Arron Hopkinson
15. Nathan Crabb
16. Samir Hadi
Scouting report
Flying high in division one, the big question was whether Haywards Heath could match their high ranked opponents. And boy they did. This was a team that looked as though they didn’t know what defeat was. With a solid back line it was the front six that impressed. Carl Dunk grabbed the headlines with his 40-yard worldie but before that he kept the midfield driving forward. It was the other two goalscorers though who set the tone for Town – Barker’s relentless running harried the Hornets relentlessly until he was taken off with hammy. I thought he’d be hard to replace but cheeky chappie Max Miller managed it, with his pace being the cause of Town’s second. Promotion looks a certainty at this stage.
As for the visitors and I expected a lot more from Horsham. Given their budget, the squad looked a bit ordinary. There were some class acts. Terry Dodd was probably the stand out, leading the line with aplomb – but far too often he was left isolated as his team mates took an age to get forward. At the other end of the pitch Ash Jones looked composed throughout and marshalled the defence to ensure the tricky Barker was limited to opportunities. Â Coming off the bench Samir Hadi (who wasn’t on the team sheet) added much need width and trickery – only to find there was no one to cross the ball to.