211109RadcliffeBvCablesRpt

In a week of incessant downpours and raging torrents
a late morning pitch inspection was required before
Cables game at Radcliffe Borough. The match official
emerged from his diving bell at 11.00 to declare the
game on and set the Prescotian regiments on their
way to the outer fringes of Greater Manchester.

Under leaden skies the game kicked off with a series
of solid but uneventful exchanges as both teams
battled to come to terms with the sodden,sloping
Stainton Park pitch. Then on 16 minutes,Rey,the dark
destroyer, from nothing fashioned a goal. Turning a
defender and swivelling and shooting in one smooth
machine like movement the ball was sent skidding into
the corner of the Boro net.

42 minutes and Cooney, art and craft personified,
flicking the ball over a hapless defence crashed in a
volley. Cooney's clenched fist and snarl of triumph to
the Cables following behind the goal was met with
howls of approval from the massed ranks of
wallopers.

Half time 2 - 0 Cables

The second period opened in stygian darkness, the
coal black clouds emptying reservoirs of stairod
Manchester rain on the gathering below. While most
of us huddled beneath the tin roof of the pitchside
enclosure the Cables two man "orchestra" undeterred
by the tempest took their place on the open terrace
behind the goal to add their cacophanous
encouragement to the battle.