Sunday 31st March v WESTA at Holyrood Sports Centre
David Stewart; Gary Duncan (Robert Shimmons), Calum Colquhoun (Allan Mackenzie), Alan Galindo, Jack Waugh (John Crosbie); Sean Connolly (David Blair), Adam Walker (Ally McNaught), Ross Dunbar, Andy Dick (c) (Allan Lennox); Paul Joyce, Scott Macrae
This season we’ve been lucky enough to play plenty of new teams and this game was no exception.
Our visitors were WESTA who are members of the West of Scotland Tartan Army and were looking to try their luck at elevens after previously getting together to play sevens.
A squad of seventeen were assembled at the Fortress for this game and the Boss delayed his starting line up as Boaby Shimmons had been promised a starting place but hadn’t appeared at the appointed meeting time.
A message came through that Boab had had an unfortunate headband malfunction and he would therefore have to miss playing the first half. A huge blow but one we would just have to get over.
There were still enough half decent players, and CC, to cover for Boab’s absence and we started with David in goals; Gary, CC, Jake and Gee who had recovered from his injury against Thistle although it did look as if he was covering his war wound with make up (not the first person over the years to wear make up during games but I’d rather not reveal names to protect their identity, *cough* “Flying Coo”); Adam, Sean, Ross and Andy D made up the midfield; with the speed merchants, Sebo and Paul, up front.
Not having played an elevens game together before WESTA could be forgiven for an uncomfortable start and, as we attacked the Circus End, they were forced to defend in numbers as we took the game to them.
It was one way traffic at the start of the game but we missed a few chances before eventually Ross opened the scoring from close range.
Not long after that it was 2-0 as Sebo shot home to notch his 20th goal of the season and become the second player in a row to reach that milestone over a season (more details at Latest News & Stats).
Thankfully the visitors had settled into the game and were looking a bit more confident and getting some passes together and they pulled a goal back when, after a break up the park, they had a player fouled on the edge of the area. The free kick was curled past the wall and into the net, despite David getting a touch, and they were back in the game.
On the sidelines Goalkeeping Coach & Mentor Safehands told everybody that could be bothered listening that it was an unsaveable shot.
The opposition keeper was having an outstanding first half and saving shots with his hands, feet and body to keep us from adding to our lead.
However, just before half time he was helpless to stop a tap in from Sean then another goal from Sebo to make it 4-1 at half time.
On came Wee Al, LHD and Lenny at half time and we continued to have the upper hand in the second half.
LHD made it five when he was awarded a goal although the ball might not have gone over the line then Sebo completed his third hat trick of the season to make it six.
On came Crossers, Ally and Boab for the first time as well as Andy D and Sean returning as the Boss took an opportunity to change things around.
Ally went onto the right wing and twice he put over excellent low crosses for first Lenny then Andy D to sweep the ball home as we went goal crazy.
Andy and Sean then scored their own second gaols as we hit double figures for the first time this season.
Players were coming on and off the park at regular intervals and we even saw the sight of Sebo going to centre back, to no effect.
Only minutes remaining and we won a corner on our left.
Boaby took his usual position on the halfway line, so he could use his pace and strength to defend any breakaway, but the Boss shouted at him to get into the area for the corner.
Now everybody knows that Boaby footballing ambition has always been to beat CC’s impressive record of playing 59 games from debut without scoring.
With Boab playing his 54th game, and barely ever having had a shot at goal in his career, the record was easily in his grasp but………..jings, crivvens, help Mad Boab, did he not go and spoil things for himself.
Boab crept in unmarked to the back post and the corner was floated over everybody perfectly onto his head and all he had to do was nod the ball home.
There was an audible gasp from the sidelines before the sudden realisation that Boab had finally scored and his team mates mobbed him in scenes not seen since The Great Marzinho used to strut his stuff on the park.
After Boab had taken all the congratulations he ran towards the Boss on the touchline and high fived him in a touching scene. I’m not ashamed to say that I felt something in my eye at seeing that lovely moment, although it was probably just a stray bit of sand off the pitch.
The final whistle followed soon after and we’d notched up a big win against a WESTA side who kept trying right to the end despite it being a one sided game.
Back to The Langside for pizza, chips and the occasional refreshment and Boab drowned his sorrows at the thought of a record lost.
I guess there’s one consolation, at least he didn’t have to be given a shooty in chance at a penalty kick to break his duck !