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Oldham 1-2 Posh - CMS at the double

Sunday, April 5th, 2009
Celebrating CMSs late winner (copyright S Turner)

Celebrating CMS's late winner (copyright S Turner)

With four minutes left it looked like Millwall and MKD were going to close the gap to Posh.  Then, in one of those wonderfully chaotic defensive disasters, Oldham’s right back Eardley and keeper Supple couldn’t work out who should deal with an aimless punt and Craig Mackail-Smith simply waltzed around them both to tap the ball into an unguarded net.

Joe Royle thought the result was unfair.  Posh had dominated the first half and CMS’s first goal on 26 minutes should have been followed by two or three more.  Oldham’s equaliser by Taylor two minutes before half time was immediately followed by another ‘goal’ from Allesandra, but the ref saw a foul in the build up and Posh fans could breathe again.

Meanwhile Leicester came from behind to lead Carlisle briefly at the Walkers Stadium only for Dobie to equalise two minutes into injury time.  Posh need 11 points to clinch automatic promotion.

Are you still looking down the table?

If you went to the match, remember to rate the players.

Posh 2-0 Leicester - All Hail King Charlie

Saturday, March 28th, 2009
Happy Poshies

Happy Poshies (copyright S.Turner)

As if scoring the winner against Northampton wasn’t enough, Charlie Lee may just have written his name into Posh folklore once more. This time, it was a delightful goal, backed up by a sensational 90 minutes of defensive dominance, that caused London Road to sing his name in unison.

With the nation listening on FiveLive, Posh took all three points against the division’s top side, Leicester City. Posh had been thoroughly panned in the away fixture, losing 4-0 to a team seemingly destined for the title. And in the early stages of the London Road encounter, a slightly makeshift Leicester looked bright, with veteran striker Paul Dickov putting himself about with all the charm of a serial puppy-drowner.

But then the sky went dark, the wind whipped up and, as the hail lashed down at a 45° angle, sending the occupants of the family stand into a mad scramble for cover, it was Posh who better weathered the storm. The home side took the game to the table-topping visitors, forcing a corner which led to man of the match Lee’s sensational opener. The battling cheeky chappy wrong-footed his hapless marker, drifted past two equally bemused Leicester defenders and fired the ball across Tony Warner and inside the far post.

Half-time followed, the sky brightened, then quickly resumed its torrent of ice pellets, and, as play resumed, it was Posh who looked the more dangerous side. McLean and Mackail-Smith terrorised the sodden City cloggers, who were reduced to fighting among themselves such was their frustration. Mackail-Smith showed all the running we’ve come to expect - as well as the disappointing finishing from one-on-ones we’ve become accustomed to.

But he’s not one to let things like that get hm down, and it was a typically direct run from CMS, and incisive pass, that created the killer goal for Chris Whelpdale. Whelpdale collected the ball, took a touch and, from a tight angle, kept his composure to drill the ball low into the far corner. It was a well deserved goal from a man really starting to blossom into a fine footballer. Whelpdale looked assured, confident, mature - everything you could ask from your players in such a big match.

And so it ended. 2-0. With Joe Lewis barely troubled by the once free-scoring Fryatt and ageing nasty piece of work Dickov. For that he can thank Zakuani and Lee, both imperious in the centre of defence, while Keates and Coutts continued to forge a successful partnership in the middle of the park - Keates directing play and putting a foot in front of any Leicester breakaway, Coutts a visionary ball-player with the ability to change the flow of the game in a single pass.

With Milton Keynes losing to Leeds, Millwall have emerged as the strongest threat to Posh’s automatic promotion hopes. But, on the strength of this game, perhaps it will be the Foxes who are more readily checking over their shoulder for the chasing pack.

If you went to the match remember to rate the players.

Bristol Rovers 0-1 Posh

Saturday, March 21st, 2009

Hardly the nine goal thriller of the home tie back in September, but this match had the nerves jangling of absent Posh fans right up to the 94th minute.  Mclean’s first goal in six games was enough to squeeze out a seventh win in eight games.

So, just seven more wins and Posh will definitely be playing in next season’s Championship.

If you went to the match remember to rate the players.

Posh 2-1 Scunthorpe

Tuesday, March 10th, 2009

Tonight’s guest reporter is LondonRoad.net stalwart Hugh Janus:

The first half was depressing. It was like watching a re-run of us being given a football lesson by West Brom. Scunthorpe could trap the ball and pass it to their own players - we were capable of doing neither. The only surprise was that their goal took as long to come as it did. The only bright moments were one or two nice touches from Whelpdale and some cool headed play from Coutts. Most of the clearances out of defence were panic stricken and the negative passing became infuriating.

I think a few eyebrows were raised when Tom Williams was brought on, but I think he was one of the main reasons why the game changed out of all recognition. The other reason was that it suddenly became obvious that Ferguson banned Keates from taking any more corners in favour of Coutts; in fact Coutts had to run across the field at one point to take successive corners from different sides of the pitch.

Coutts was having an excellent game and when he started to break forward, Boyd was also getting more opportunities. He wasn’t as influential as he can be, but with Coutts, Whelpdale and Williams all providing some decent balls, we suddenly became much more of a threat. Some of our clearances were still awful, but we were getting lucky bounces of the ball far more than in the first half and at times, Scunthorpe must have wondered what had hit them.

Even so, we still looked worryingly vulnerable to long ball tactics, something that has become a bit of a recurring problem this season. I have to feel sorry for Torres in a way, but he just didn’t make enough of an impact to make himself an automatic choice for the starting line-up. If only Williams could be as effective as that in every game.

So, Saturday. Cobblers. It’s going to be massive.

Posh 0-0 MK Dons

Tuesday, January 20th, 2009

We’ve managed to nab five minutes out of the busy schedule of America’s first black president (or 44th white president, depending on how you look at it) to get his insight into tonight’s match. Take it away, Barry:

“My fellow Poshies, we stand here today not because we choose to, but because we have to. There is evil in the world - people whose ideals and beliefs seem alien to us. Who seemingly have no morals, no conscience, no sense of shame. I refer, of course, to MK Dons fans. I’m immensely proud and humbled to support the Posh – as a man whose father, less than 10 years ago, would have been refused entry to Stadium MK. Because it didn’t exist. Great names, like Lawrie Sanchez, John Fashanu, Robbie Earle - their effort and endeavours removed from our children’s history books. And these people, these MK Dons fans are ignorant to it all.

These are the type of people who happily watch a team of men dive, cheat, whine, spoil and stall their way through 90 minutes of football. These are the type of people who think Jude Stirling offers something to their team. These are the type of people who wear baseball caps to a football match. These are the type of people who fly to Spain to spend a week eating at McDonalds and drinking John Smith’s Smooth in O’Flaherty’s Irish Pub. Yes, they are rising through the divisions, but, my friends, so are we. And we’re doing it with style, with flair, with a sense of fair play.

Today I say to you that the challenges we face, in rising above these imposters in the league table, are real. They are serious and they are many. They will not be met easily or in a short span of time. But know this, Posh fans - they will be met. So let us mark this day with remembrance, of who we are and how far we have travelled.

In the year of Big Ron’s arrival, in the coldest of months, a small band of Posh fans huddled on desolate terraces. The promotion charge was faltering. Lloyd Opara was our biggest signing. Danny Crow was starting to fill out a bit. At a moment when the outcome of our promotion chase was most in doubt, the leader of our men ordered these words be read to his people: “When it’s a battle, you fookin’ battle”.

Poshies. In the face of our common dangers, in this winter of our hardship, let us remember these timeless words. With hope and virtue, let us brave once more the icy currents, and endure what storms may come. Let it be said by our children’s children that when we were tested we refused to let this journey end, that we did not turn back nor did we falter; and with eyes fixed on the horizon and Boyd’s grace upon us, we carried forth that great gift of freedom and delivered it safely to future generations.

Thank you. Boyd bless you. And Boyd bless Peterborough United Football Club. Barry Obama

Posh 2-2 Oldham

Saturday, December 13th, 2008

Almost 80 years to the day, in a small terraced house on the outskirts of Oldham, Bernard Cribbins was born. Famous for narrating The Wombles, Cribbins would have been amused to see the rubbish on display at London Road today.  Posh have a reputation now for making good use of the things that we find, and on 12 minutes a McLean cross found and made good use of opposition defender Stefan Stam, who put the ball in his own net to leave Oldham behind.  Posh were then given 2 penalties, the first taken by McLean was saved then Mackail-Smith took the second, hitting the post before McLean slotted home the rebound.  Lee Hughes has previously spent 3 years in prison, dreaming of wombling free, and it was he that scored twice to level the match. After 70 minutes or so Shaun Batt, son of the legendary Mike Batt, was replaced by Green who later on cleared the ball off the line to prevent Oldham winning it at the death.  The game disappointingly finished at 2-2, although even more disappointing was my inability to find puns or analogies for Tobermory, Orinoco and Madame Cholet. Anyway, I hope you all have a Wombling Merry Christmas.

Posh 2-1 Colchester

Saturday, November 22nd, 2008

You know, the last time we were beaten in the league was August 30 – that’s 13 League One games unbeaten. That’s pretty damn impressive by anyone’s standards. Saturday’s game was another ugly, scrappy win, with goals from Craig Mackail-Smith and George Boyd cancelling out Clive Platt’s header. Next Saturday it’s FA Cup time again, with Tranmere the visitors and a reduced admission charge for us lucky punters. £10 for the London Road End? We’ll have some of that, thanks. New loan signing Andrew Crofts is tipped to start in midfield after an assured appearance as a sub against Colchester.

Posh 4-0 Huddersfield

Saturday, October 25th, 2008

Just as the man who has endured the famine may celebrate the harvest, so may the man who has stood among 3000 other hardy souls on a Tuesday night in February, watching Barry Fry’s Peterborough United kick and rush their way to a 0-0 stalemate with Northern Industrial Town FC bask in the warm glow of a 4-0 win over a team once considered our superiors. The name of Huddersfield will be forever etched into the memory of a good few thousand Posh supporters. On that famous day we were the victors. Pinpoint precision from the right foot of Barnes, a mighty dive from a temporary hero - and a firm, accurate header that would elevate him to almost mythical status among the wide-eyed supporters. They were going to Wembley. The home of football. To watch their team. A story to be passed down through the generations. And so may today’s encounter with yesterday’s quarry be another landmark in the brief history of Peterborough United Football Club. To those unfortunate followers who could not be at London Road today, my friends, I cannot lie, this was a quite incredible success. From the very first minute it was apparent that there would only be one outcome. The naysayers of the local press affiliated to each week’s chosen opposition may write us off as a millionaire’s plaything; a result of over-inflated transfer fees and market dominance, but that is both untrue and an injustice to the skill and judgement of Darren Ferguson, Kevin Russell, Barry Fry and Darragh MacAnthony. This is a squad thoughtfully assembled from the cream of talent in the lower leagues. Take Craig Mackail-Smith; a scrawny youth, released by St Albans Town, but so strong of character he held his head high and impressed at Arlesey, enough to earn a transfer to Dagenham, where his relentless effort and eye for goal were enough to earn him a ticket to league football. Charlie Lee; a product of the youth system at Tottenham Hotspur. A much-fancied youngster whose passion and commitment were not rewarded with equal measures of faith and loyalty. Paul Coutts; a midfielder plucked from the Highland League. A lad with a troubled past, taken under the wing of masterful Micah Hyde and transformed into a visionary ball-player. Such composure is rarely seen in one so young. And then there’s George Boyd. One will never know quite how such folk heroes as Denis Emery and Tommy Robson would have coped in today’s game, so to proclaim any player as the greatest ever is mere bluff and bluster. But what can be claimed - and may well be disputed - is that the lank-haired, lackadaisical-at-a-glance steal from Stevenage is the most talented footballer to have graced the PE2 turf in his generation. Today was no one-off. Once more Boyd toyed with his adversaries, seemingly more happy when given two men to beat rather than one, opening up chance after chance for his grateful comrades. 4-0 was an understatement. A scoreline which flattered a bewildered Huddersfield Town. We are witnessing a rebirth. A ray of light at the end of a gloomy ten-year-tunnel. This is a team that could go all the way. This is a time to appreciate how lucky we are. This truly is a time to be proud to be Posh.