Thursday 29 December 2011

ARCHIVE: Burnham v Ashford Town. Doc Martens League Division 1 East. 2nd of February 2002.


BURNHAM         0       ASHFORD TOWN      0


From Your Milton Keynes correspondent




Today is Groundhog Day. Yes, really !  February the 2nd. It’s a fairly obscure tradition in the United States; at least it was until it was made famous by the Hollywood film of the same name, starring Bill Murray. It’s a cracking film. It’s about a TV weatherman who gets stuck in a strange sort of time warp, in which the same day – Groundhog Day – is repeated over and over again. No matter what he does, the “next” day he wakes up and it’s February the 2nd all over again, with the same sequence of events about to unfold. Eventually, he uses this to his advantage, as he learns that, no matter what he does – he can drive off a cliff, insult his best friend, make a complete arse of himself – the slate is soon wiped clean, as the whole day starts again when he next awakes. Initially, though, the experience takes the form of a recurring nightmare, as he struggles to understand what is happening, and tries, unsuccessfully, to break the cycle.



I don’t know why I mention all this. Maybe it’s something to do with being an Ashford Town supporter, and being able to identify with recurring nightmares.



We can’t really say that now, though, can we ?  Now that the team’s moving up the division, and we’re seeing off Premier Division leaders and Conference teams. It’s actually nice to see Tim Thorogood being positively hailed on the Club Message Board, instead of being slagged off all the time as “Tim Nogood” etc.. Personally, I think all this praise is premature – I mean, apart from raising the team to mid-table respectability, leading us to the semi-finals of the Kent Senior Cup and the quarter-finals of the Doc Martens League Cup, establishing strength in depth at the Club with U-15, U-18 and reserve team levels, turning what was the marshiest ground in the Southern League into, apparently, one of the best playing surfaces, and establishing a sensible management structure off the pitch, WHAT has Tim Thorogood EVER done for this Club ?  Oh, I nearly forgot – he saved Ashford Town from impending ruin, and has put the Club on a sound financial footing !



It’s nice to note that there seems to be a genuine air of optimism about the Club now, although I think that the suggestion of one Message Board regular that we could achieve a top six position by the end of the season (take a pace forward, Mr Hickey !) is a little rich. (It’s actually totally absurd, but I don’t want to be too insulting to someone I’ve never met !). In fact, I reckon there’s a far greater probability that we’ll finish in the BOTTOM six. It’s not that we’re not playing well – six wins in the last seven matches can’t be sneezed at – but the teams below us have plenty of games in hand, and, (has anybody else noticed ?), all of the teams in the bottom third of the table seem to be playing OK, and all are picking up points.



But let’s be scientific about this. Using the Current Form tables, which express teams’ performance over their previous eight league games in terms of the PERCENTAGE of points they’ve gained, we can predict each team’s points total at the end of the season on the assumption that they maintain their current form. (For the record, these percentages range from Grantham’s 87.5%, to Banbury’s 20.83%). Ignoring today’s matches, these are the key predictions, using this method,



TOP

Grantham                  100 points

Hastings                    91

Dorchester                82

Histon                                    81



BOTTOM

Sittingbourne                        58 points

Tonbridge                  53

Ashford                      51

Burnham                   49

Bashley                     47

Banbury                     45

Dartford                      43

Corby                         41

Rugby                                    40

Wisbech                    40

St. Leonards             38



So on the basis of this evidence, there doesn’t seem to be too much to worry about. I’m not totally convinced that we’re safe, though, so I was hoping that we could get some points from today’s visit to Burnham, a team level with us on points (having played four fewer games), but which had only beaten us once in the last ten meetings.



We avoided the obvious pit-falls of turning up at Burnham-on-sea or Burnham-on-Crouch, and arrived at the right Burnham (the one in Buckinghamshire, which, confusingly, is near Burnham Beaches) in good time. The ground was easy to find, situated on the edge of what is described as a village (but which is really now more of an extension of Slough). There’s not a great deal more that you can say about it, though – with respect to our friendly hosts. It has just one fairly scruffy cowshed of a stand on one side, with five rows of wooden planks as seats. An amusing touch, though, was that the planks had small white marks painted on them to separate the different bum spaces. On the opposite side of the pitch is a new estate of posh houses, with the rest of the ground open, apart from the whitewashed, two-storey clubhouse at one end. Adjacent to the clubhouse, which might look more at home at the seaside, is a car park, with cars parked a few feet from the edge of the pitch. (Seemed a bit dodgy, that – I certainly wouldn’t park my car there). The pitch itself wasn’t much to write home about either, with several bare, muddy patches. All in all, this did not appear to be a club that had a five-year plan to achieve Conference status !  But I did enjoy the way in which the man on the tanoy started to announce the teams,



“And today’s teams, as you’ll see from the electronic scoreboard ….”



A glance through the list of Burnham’s home attendances this season suggested that there wouldn’t be any shortage of elbow-room this afternoon – the average crowd must be somewhere in the very low 100s, with the season’s low so far being 95 (against Chatham) in the league, and 53 (against St. Leonards) in the Doc Martens League Cup.



One pleasant surprise was that, in spite of the howling gales blowing everywhere else, it was actually very mild inside the ground, so the tatty little stand was certainly doing its job as a wind break. It didn’t stop the weather from being very murky and overcast, though, and the floodlights were on from the second minute.



There were no real surprises in Ashford’s team news, except that Liam Hatch, newly enrolled as a loan signing from Gravesend, started in the No.9 shirt, with the other new lad, Gavin Tomlin, on the bench. In fact, the quality of our subs in this game – Tomlin was joined by Jeff Ross and Chris Currie – is an indication of the depth that Tim Thorogood is now building into the squad.



Actually, it’s not strictly accurate to say that Rossy was on the bench, as he spent the first half watching the game from the stand. If he did so in order to get a better view of what he expected to be a wonderful spectacle, then he’s a pretty poor judge – this was quite simply an awful game, and I don’t think that many of the sparse crowd would have argued with that assessment. It was one of those games where nothing really happened at either end, and whenever there was an attempt at goal, it turned out to be a pretty poor effort. In many ways it was understandable that Burnham found motivation hard to come by – firmly in mid-table, with their season already effectively over – but for Ashford it was more of a case of players throughout the team having a poor game, with control and general skill-levels being well below par. It was difficult to believe that this was a team that had scored 22 goals in the previous seven games.



The goallessness (now there’s a word !) of the first half was partly due to Tim’s fairly conservative formation – Adrian Stone and Liam Hatch were the twin strikers up front, with Dave Hassett (our leading goal scorer in recent games) tucking in on the right side of midfield, alongside John Nolan, Ian Ross and Simon Elliott (another “striker”). Ian Gibbs and Peter Mortley, both formerly of Tonbridge Angels, formed a formidable barrier in the middle of the defence, with Stuart White at right back and Aaron O’Leary, as usual, on the other side. I assume that John Whitehouse was playing in goal, but, as he didn’t really have to make a save “in anger”, it was difficult to tell.



Because of the nature of the first half, there was plenty of time to have a chat with the manager, and, in fairness, Tim was preaching the gospel of “keep it tight in the first half”, “they’re the home side, so the onus is on them to come forward, not on us to make it easy for them”, “keep a few clean sheets”, etc.. Still, I was soon casting my mind back to the previous “worst game ever”, which, for me, was Corby Town away two seasons ago – could this game compete with it in the Pantheon of Direness ?! 



After thirty minutes it had all the hallmarks of a stinker – not a shot on target from either side. The Ashford defence was able to deal comfortably with anything that the home side, playing in their Blackburn Rovers blue & white quarters, could muster, and our attacking play was limited by the wide gap between the four in midfield and the front two. I recorded just two half-chances for the boys worthy of note in the first half, and both fell to John Nolan, (who otherwise had a fairly quiet time of it - but no more so than anyone else). The first of these was just after the half hour mark, when the “New Eelesy” curled a free kick straight into the arms of the goalkeeper; then, after 39 minutes, an Ian Ross corner out on the right was headed clear, and John’s speculative over-the-head lob landed on the top of the Burnham net.



So nobody was particularly sorry to hear the half-time whistle, and the format here is for the crowd to troop into the clubhouse at the interval – nothing as rough & ready as an outdoor hot dog stand !  And a very nice facility it is, serving hot food, with a bar, with a telly on in the corner and the pleasant click-click-click of dominoes. What throws you, of course, is that Doc Martens League matches only have a ten minute break at half-time (instead of the twenty-odd minutes that they have in the Premiership, in order to maximise the amount of advertising revenue that they can squeeze in), so we hurried out for the start of the second half, clutching our tea and chips.



As the Boss had hinted during the first half, Ashford came out for the second period with a subtle change to the formation – the Orange Man (Dave Hassett) was pushed up alongside Stone and Hatch, to make a three-man forward line. There was also, for a time, some tangible injection of urgency from our boys, with young Adrian Stone, who’s also been a regular on the score-sheet recently, managing a low shot from distance, which Honey in the Burnham goal saved by the foot of his left-hand post. This was within a minute of the restart, and five minutes later, Liam Hatch did well to battle through two Burnham tackles, only to blast his shot well over the bar.



In the 53rd minute it was Hatch again who latched onto a good through-ball from John Nolan – he looked good as he confidently carried the ball into the penalty area, but then looked pretty stupid as he lost control and the ball ran behind for the goal kick. Tim and Gary threw their hands in the air for the upteenth time in the afternoon.



Four minutes later, Nolan was again the supplier, floating a quality cross over from the right, but Simon Elliott’s header was from too far out, and never really looked like troubling the ‘keeper.



On the hour mark, Ashford made the first of their three substitutions. Predictably, it was Jeff Ross who came on – the classic tactical move of throwing on the wide man to open things up a little, and, in Rossy’s case, to get some decent crosses in from the left. The surprise, though, was that John Nolan was the one to come off. John was obviously a little surprised himself, not to mention distinctly unimpressed, at being the one to come off, as there was a little tantrum in the dug-out. (As he’s performed heroically in midfield since the departure of Tony Eeles, I think we can put it down to enthusiasm, and count his disappointment as a positive thing).



With 68 minutes on the watch, it was the visitors who again carved out a chance – John Whitehouse’s long clearance was latched onto by the Orange Man, and when the ‘keeper came out to meet him the ball broke to Adrian Stone, who wasted Ashford’s best chance of the match by slicing the ball wide.



A minute later, there was some action at the other end, when Burnham had a corner on the left. It appeared that a Burnham head caused the ball to end up on the roof of the Ashford net, but another corner was awarded, so, presumably, it came off one of our lads last. As so often this afternoon, the second corner came to nothing.



With 15 minutes to go, Gavin Tomlin, a fresh recruit from Tooting & Mitcham, came on as sub for Adrian Stone (also, strangely, a former Tooting player), with the remit to sit in the “hole”, behind Hatch and Orange Man. But a minute later, it was Burnham who had their best chance of the game when substitute Micky Durkin burst clear of the Ashford defence, with just John Whitehouse to beat, but scuffed his goal attempt well wide.



After 79 minutes, it was the Greens on the attack again, in the shape of 19 year-old Hatch. He did well to beat two players, to establish a good position on the right-hand edge of the Burnham box, but aimed a tame shot straight at the ‘keeper, when he really should have put in a cross. More endless grief for Mr Thorogood !  In fact, both management teams were constantly unhappy with their team, with Blues Manager Jimmy Greenwood moaning about the lack of effort and energy being shown by his players; Tim certainly couldn’t knock our boys for lack of effort, but the quality of the workmanship was pretty poor throughout.



In the last few minutes of the game, the tempo picked up a little, as both teams thought that they might “nick it”, for an undeserved, but no less welcome, three points, and it was Ashford who looked most likely to be the thieves. On the 86 minute mark, the ball was played up to Dave Hassett, who intelligently spread the ball wide to Stuart White, in space. White, who had a particularly poor match – and you had to be poor to stand out amongst this lot – carried the ball all the way to the edge of the Burnham penalty area, seeming to be in two minds whether to pass or shoot. Eventually, he took the wrong option, and curled a tame shot that was easily saved by the ‘keeper.



The replacement of Liam Hatch, who had started to look a little limp and tired, with defender Chris Currie, after 88 minutes, seemed to signal Tim Thorogood’s desire to just hang on for the point – but this theory was soon disproved, when Currie took his place in the forward line for the last few minutes.



For what it’s worth, the game ended with Ashford actually exerting what could be described as sustained pressure on the home defence, probing just outside the Burnham penalty area, with a little spell of possession. This pressure almost paid off when a Dave Hassett cross found Stuart White in the box, but the ball got stuck under Stuart’s feet, so he was unable to redeem himself with a late winner.



At the end of the match, with both managers trudging off to the dressing room, puttering away to themselves, I decided that, yes, this was probably the worst match I’ve ever attended. The Corby game was largely spoilt by a strong, swirling wind, and by the fact that we killed the game early with two quick goals. Today there was no excuse provided by the elements – the second half was played in fine, drifting drizzle, but they were never difficult conditions in which to play football.



Looking on the bright side, it’s a point away from home, and a point that our defence never really looked like giving away. The value of that point was put into context when I arrived home about an hour later, to find, on Ceefax, that Corby, Sittingbourne and Rugby had all lost today.



So, overall, things are looking fairly bright. Although the boys failed to sparkle today, we’ve still got a good squad of players here, and it’s February and we’re still in two cups. Seems every reason to be optimistic really – except, of course, that we can’t be. Because today is Groundhog Day, and we know that we’ll all wake up tomorrow morning, and we’ll be back to Square One. The Manager will have resigned, the First Team squad will have sloped off to Maidstone, or Folkestone, or somewhere, the Club will be up to its eye-balls in debt, and no doubt our bloody pitch will be waterlogged !

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