DATELINE: Broadclose Park, Bude, Saturday, October 19, 2019
MATCH: Bude v St Day
CUP: St Piran League Kernow Stone League Cup
ROUND: First Round
PICTURES: See http://www.facebook.com/cupfootballblogger/
THE BLOG: At the end of a great adventure are you the sort of person who sees yourself as disappearing off into a glorious sunset, quite possibly hand-in-hand with the one you love, while a romantic, soothing soundtrack plays over the pictures in your mind?
Or are you more the adventurer who would love to go out in a blaze of glory, with all guns firing, pyrotechnics filling the sky with colour and crashes and bangs, and a heavy metal guitar solo pounding in your head as the world moves on to a new chapter?
Well, I have always thought of myself as a bit of a sunset stroller but it turns out that I am more of a glory boy.
You see, after four and a bit seasons of writing this blog, of exploring the highways and some forgotten byways of Cornish football, I feel I have completed my mission of promoting the joys of cup football, of singing the praises of the beautiful knockout game. To my own satisfaction, if that of no one else, I have proved that cup football, the do-or-die, win or bust version of the game I love, is simply the best incarnation of association football there can possibly be.
Also, I am a bit busy at the moment and so finding the time to write these blogs is proving ever more difficult, as shown by the fact that I am writing this eleven days after the game itself.
So I decided that this was to be the last in this series of blogs – at least for now – and I wanted to go out on a high, I wanted to round off my Cornish cup journey with something a bit different, something new.
How about a whole new cup? That sounded to me like the perfect solution to my search for a happy ending. And, luckily enough, there is a whole new league in Cornwall and, with it, has come a whole new cup.
The league is the Step Seven St Piran’s League and the cup is the St Piran’s League Kernow Stone League Cup. Perfect.
All I needed now was an exciting venue for my final blog and where better than beautiful Bude on the North Cornwall coast? Broadclose Park, the home of Bude FC, is one of those grounds I had not managed to visit over the past four seasons and, as they were at home in the First Round of this new cup, it was too good an opportunity to miss. It turned out to be a great choice.
As soon as I found the ground itself, the phrase that sprang to mind was “joyously ramshackle”. The changing rooms and bar, and a small covered standing area outside them, run along one side of the ground, a school and a car park sit behind one goal, as does a small, blue covered “stand”, and the other two sides are gloriously open with rolling countryside and distant views down to the cliffs and the sea.
There was also a random caravan in the far corner and half the ground was roped off so you couldn’t get behind the goal at the top end. But the whole thing had an inner beauty of its own kind, a sense of real love for the club from the dedicated people who run it. In short, it was a perfect example of what local football means to its own local community. I instantly and deeply fell in love with it.
So I had chosen my final venue and now I needed my final fixture to offer some real promise, the possibility of learning something new at the end of my adventure. It looked good on paper. Bude FC started the day in sixth position out of the 16 teams in the East Division of the St Piran’s League while their visitors St Day were third of 15 in the West Division. East v West, which would be best?
So venue sorted. Fixture sorted. All I needed now was the game to give me a suitable send-off. I had no control over that, it was all in the hands of the players. So, how did it go? Well, I think nine goals, four halves, three hat-tricks and two red cards gives you an idea of the answer to that. It was an absolute belter that finally took extra-time to settle. What a way to go!
The all-action, er, action got under way almost immediately as the visitors hit the bar after just two minutes. The weather was also playing its part, with the low October sun sometimes dazzling me. Never mind, that was soon sorted when the clouds blew in and it started to rain. Oh well, I have spent a lot of time doing this blog in the rain so this seemed quite appropriate really – and it only rained for a while.
St Day took the lead on 22 minutes when the home keeper spilled a low shot and the forward following up had a simple tap-in. That also ended one other worry I had. I have been incredibly lucky over the course of this blog and have never seen a goalless draw. I didn’t want to break that record at the last hurdle and so I was ever so grateful when that first goal went in.
Moments later, there was a bit of a time-warp when I was transported, in my memory at least, back many years to a wet Tuesday night at the Northgate Sports Centre in Ipswich, a long, long way and a long, long time away from Cornwall.
It came back to me when a Bude defender, instead of a panicked shout of “man on”, gave his mate a countdown as an opponent came in. He calmly called out: “Five, four, three, two, one,” giving his colleague time to look up and take his time to pick a pass.
Now, when I used to turn up for a kick-around with friends from work for our regular midweek run-out in Suffolk, I always took it way too seriously. On this particular night, I was getting fed up with people on my side yelling “man on” when the man was clearly not yet on, thus forcing us into panicky passes and a consequent loss of possession. I had a bit of meltdown and, in a moment when one of the opposition was away getting the ball back from a wayward shot that had gone onto the athletics track next door, I called my team together and, well, shouted at them.
“Stop yelling man on when the man isn’t on,” I yelled. “Just talk to one another,” I shouted, “stay calmer and delay the call until the bloke really is about to tackle us. We can play much better than this.” For once, everyone listened, did as I suggested, played much better and we won the game. If only I had that sort of influence more often! And if only I had thought of the “man on” countdown. That would have been a proper triumph.
All of these thoughts went through my mind in the five minutes between St Day taking the lead and Bude equalising on the break just moments after the visitors had had a goal disallowed. St Day were even more grumpy on 38 minutes when Bude took the lead despite the visitors claiming a foul in the build-up. But they were level again before the break when a header from a free-kick into the box rounded off a busy first half.
It was a turning out to be a cup tie in which the action never really stopped, even at half-time when Bude had to bring on a substitute keeper to replace their injured custodian. Not sure I had seen that before during the course of this series of blogs.
Nine minutes after the break the new home keeper was picking the ball out of the back of the net, having been beaten by a first-time snapshot from the edge of the box. Nine minutes after that, we were all level again, Bude making it 3-3 with a brilliant turn and shot which completed a super hat-trick for striker Scott “Van” Percy.
And, despite the best efforts of the home side, who were on top for much of the last half-hour, that was that for the scoring in normal time.
So 3-3 and time for extra time and little bit of a bonus for my final blogging cup tie. I was more than happy to stretch it all out a bit further. St Day, though, were determined that it wouldn’t drag out all the way to penalties and found a new lease of life in those extra 30 minutes.
They took the lead again on 95 minutes with a determined twisting and turning run which ended with a close-range finish, and eased out into a 5-3 lead in the early moments of the second half of extra time after a long ball caught out the Bude defence.
Despite the best efforts of the hosts, they could not find a way back into the game and, on 112 minutes, St Day made it six. Their goals were evenly shared by Jack Willis and Dan Richards to complete a hat-trick of hat-tricks in this enthralling, engrossing, exciting cup tie.
Sadly, it had also become an edgy, excitable, tetchy and testy cup tie which the ref tried his hardest to keep a lid on. But there was not much he could do on 119 minutes after yet another flare-up and he was forced to brandish a red card to one player on each side. The Bude player then offered his fellow red-cardee the opportunity for a fight outside the ground – which was declined – and he was still going on minutes after the final whistle. “Oh, for f’s sake, shut up,” came the cry from his own, exasperated dressing room.
It was an unsavoury finish to a fantastic match and a slightly sad way to end my own cup run. But it did show the passions that football can arouse and I decided to head off into the metaphorical and, by this time, actual sunset clinging to the happy memories of a nine-goal cup thriller and four and a bit seasons of epic knockout football across the wonderful Duchy of Cornwall and beyond.
What an ending. Totally glorious.
FINAL SCORE: Bude 3 St Day 6 (after extra time)
PS: Thanks to all of you who have read and enjoyed this blog over the years and for all the kind comments, generosity and hospitality around the grounds that has made this all so enjoyable. Football people have their detractors sometimes but I have nothing but praise for all the dedicated players, supporters, volunteers and officials (on and off the pitch) who keep our glorious game rolling along at the heart of our local communities. I still hope to see lots of you around the grounds in future, you have been magnificent. Thank you and good night.