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PREMIER DIVISION

Lostwithiel 2-5 Foxhole Stars

North Petherwin 1-2 Veryan

 

DIVISION 1

AFC Bodmin 8-2 North Hill

St Cleer 4-3 Holywell And Cubert

Stoke Climsland 4-3 Saltash United 3rd Team               

 

 

DIVISION 2

Foxhole Stars Reserves 11-0 St Columb Major

Lifton 1-1 Lamerton Community

St Minver Reserves H-W Pelynt

 

DIVISION 3

Polperro Reserves 5-1 Mevagissey Reserves

Dobwalls Reserves 3-1 Pensilva Reserves

St Dennis 3rd 0-2 St Eval Spitfires

St Stephen Reserves 1-3 Southgate Seniors

 

DIVISION 4

Boscastle Reserves 5-0 Newmoor Rovers

Lostwithiel Reserves 4-1 North Petherwin Reserves

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Lostwithiel 2 (Phillips 62, Facey 74) Foxhole 5 (Bould 1, 8, 59, Griffin 34, 55)
Saturday 20th April 2019

The morning had not gone well. First, I discovered I had been the victim of a scam. I had recently taken out a subscription to a new magazine called "Your Dog" and was really excited about receiving my first issue. However, when it arrived through the post today I found it was full of photos of random pooches but there was absolutely nothing about my darling Fido. Then my girlfriend told me that the car wouldn't start as there was water in the carburettor.
"How do you know that's the problem?" I asked her. "I didn't realise you knew about such things?" 
"Because I've just crashed into the river", she said.
I couldn't be mad at her. As soon as I met her, I knew she was a keeper. She was wearing massive gloves.

At least I could still get to the match by train; however, the journey east was painfully slow, although it didn't take quite as long as I feared after hearing an announcement over the loadspeaker. It said that due to signal work at Par there would be delays till June. I think it was just scaremongering, though, as we got through it in about ten minutes. Apparently this route was originally meant to be part of the HS2 high speed upgrade until the government realised nobody would ever want to get to Lostwithiel in a hurry. 

Eventually I heard the tannoy announce that when we arrived it would be 1153. On glancing out of the window as we approached Lostwithiel station and being taken aback at the quaintness of the surroundings I thought that had been a bit harsh. It was more like 1968. The town appeared so reminiscent of the set of the classic film The Land that Time Forgot I thought I may later spot Doug McClure tussling with a man-eating dinosaur near a U-boat moored off the banks of the river Fowey. I really shouldn't have been surprised - only last week the Radio Times revealed the BBC are to film the new series of Life on Mars in Lostwithiel, as they reckon they'll save a fortune on location costs. 

Fumbling for my platform ticket, I was suddenly unsure of the details of my return journey, so I rushed back to the station and asked the porter for the times of the trains to St Austell.
"Why don't you look online?", he said.
"That's a bit dangerous, isn't it?", I replied incredulously. Then I noticed that somebody had left a piano outside the lost property office. I had a little tinkle on it, which saved me twenty pence.

I had long planned to tie in the game with a visit to Restormel castle but unfortunately it was closed for dinner when I got there. I opted to wait for it to re-open and got talking to an odd looking couple ahead of me in the queue. He was bald and in his eighties; she was about 25, heavily pregnant and wearing a diamond necklace which dazzled in the April sunshine against his smooth head. He explained in asthmatic tones how they were half way through a punishing monument-visiting honeymoon. Clearly something of an expert in the genre, he told me while showering me with remnants of his breakfast that the castle was Lostwithiel's oldest erection, although his wife's gold-sequinned maternity dress suggested he himself may hold that particular distinction. Unsettled by her constant nibbling on his ear, I was relieved when a guide in Fred Scuttle cap and glasses at last opened the gates.

Eager for knowledge, I toyed with the idea of buying the official tour brochure but baulked at the £5.99 price, instead seeking out the Benny Hill lookalike. After peering at his name badge, I reckoned a chatty approach would best serve my quest for free information, but our conversation was destined to take a surreal turn.
"So, David", I began. "How old is the castle?"
The guide observed me for a moment. "It's Norman, actually", he said.
I blushed. "I'm so sorry. So how old is the castle, Norman?"
The guide shuffled his feet. "No", he said. "The castle is Norman."
I was very confused. "Why did you decide to call the castle Norman?", I asked. Before he could answer, my attention was drawn to the newly-weds, as she was trying to persuade her ailing husband to climb the 150 steps to the battlements. Fearing this could be his last act before an extended period wired up to a life-support machine, I decided to head back toward the town centre.

Once there, I couldn't help but notice the crisp packets and assorted debris blowing around in the breeze. It brought to mind an article in the Cornish Guardian reporting how someone had recently been fined for fly-tipping in the town. Given the amount of litter I now encountered, frankly I'm amazed anybody noticed. Angry and disgusted I marched straight to the town hall to complain, and was relieved to find it open on a Saturday dinnertime.
"What are you going to do about all this litter?" I demanded, only to be abruptly told, "Nothing".
"Why not?", I asked impatiently.
"Because this is a yoga class." 
Given I still had time to spare before kick off I decided to join in. However, the instructor was a touch tipsy, which put me in an awkward position.

The game itself was somewhat less eventful but Foxhole duly completed a routine victory in the sunshine, having the game won by half-time largely thanks to some pretty ruthless finishing. Bould latched on to Papaioannou's long ball to expertly fire first-time past Davies inside 70 seconds, before the striker smashed home his second minutes later from close range after the home defence failed to adequately clear a cross from the left. Lostwithiel offered little threat going forward but successfully repelled the countless visiting attacks until Bould's brilliant cross was emphatically despatched by Griffin.

The early stages of the second half continued in similar vein as the home team defended in numbers to keep the score down. However, they were unable to prevent Griffin doubling his tally, coolly converting Whetter's firm headed pass, before Bould, who had seemingly mislaid his shooting boots when squandering golden chances since the break, finally completed his hat-trick from da Silva's centre. Unfortunately the Foxes then rather took their eye off the ball with some sloppy defending and presented Lostwithiel with a couple of Easter gifts which Cook and Facey eagerly devoured. 

Foxhole (4-3-3): Matt Bullen; Bradley Allen, Nathan Papaioannou, Lee Whetter, Huw Morgan; Levi Kerrigan, Rory Barnicle, Nathan Allen; Martin Gilbert, Richard Griffin, Benno Bould,  Subs:  Andre da Silva, Ryan Wilkins.

Lostwithiel (4-4-2): Billy Davies; Tyler Cummings, Jamie Facey, Chris Chandler, Josh Cook; Ben Wilkinson, Ryan Searle, Dan Carr, Alex Jacques; James Hutchings, Bayley Phillips.Subs: Owen Carr, Jordan Cook.

Well played both teams. Many thanks to officials Steve McCulloch, Ian Osborne and Nathan Gough.

Foxhole reserves 11 (Robinson x4, Pascoe x2, Hawken x2, Kellow, James, Couch) St Columb 0

Foxhole (3-5-2): Aydan Rundle; Josh Andrews, Steve Kellow, Matt Lean; Jeremy Pascoe, Callan Rundle, Jay Manning, Jake Couch, Caleb Hawken; Jamie Robinson, Richard James. Subs: Phil Hutchings, Jacob Mitchell, Adam Kerby.

St Columb: Ben Atherton, Sidney Bennett, Oscar Bilkey, Michael Bonner, Joel Doust, David Dowling, Chris Gregory, Dan Mckenna, Josh Priest, Scott Taylor, Elliott Webber.

Many thanks to referee Jo Harris.

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Duchy Div One - Stoke Climsland 4-3 Saltash Utd

Cracking game of football with Stoke Climsland eventually securing the Division One title allowing me to part with the trophies - but they had me worried for a while.

Stoke raced into a 3 nil lead but a lively young Saltash side came back at them and took to the break just 3-2 down and then equalised early in the second half. The visitors probably had the edge in the second half but Stoke's 'keeper remained solid and then with ten minutes remaining (and just when i thought i would be bringing the trophies home again) a superb strike settled matters for Stoke Climsland,

Back to back titles for Lester Colwills club - congratulations to all concerned and thanks to Saltash for their sportsmanship and making a great game of it.

 

 

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Losty 2 Foxhole 5

We knew what we were up against and how Foxes would play but could not stop them. Big, physical and organised with a direct approach but we couldn't cope. We fel behind inside a minute to Boulds great strike from Young Paps superb ball and and seemed powerless to stop the relentless Champions elect with Bould 3 and Griff 2 the scorers. We showed some bottle to pull 2 back and can hopefully show the same spirit against Veryan twice this week. Apart from their well known experienced players i was impressed with young Bradley Allen in midfield and Nathan Papaioanniou at left back who were faultless. The game was welled reffed and it was good to see some old friends from Foxhole.

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