Sunday, 10 November 2013

Bison Old Boys Grab a Win for the Bees



Bison 3 Bracknell Bees 4 (shoot out)
9/11/2013

On paper it looked like a stuffing in the making. Bison, jousting for top spot in the EPL and on the back of two consecutive 4 point weekends which included a dominant 5-1 home victory over the Guildford Flames, entertained the Bracknell Bees. The Dumbledores (yes it’s a real word – I told you before) came to the Basingstoke pad bottom but one in the EPL, with a horror weekend of 0-7 and 0-6 defeats last time out, a record of only 1 road win in 9 this season, a very poor EPL record at Planet Ice and an import light on the night. Surely it was going to be a cakewalk. Well no! Not even Nostradamus would have predicted what we were about to see. Well, why would he have bothered? He was too busy predicting the Great Fire of London, World War 2 and the French Revolution. The Bees returned home with the points in the bag. What we saw was a scrappy game with two poor teams playing tic-tac-toe hockey without the toe and frequently lacking the tac also. In the end it went down to a penalty shoot out with Grant Rounding making himself hero of the night with the winning score.

The 1st period belonged to Bison. Although clearly struggling to produce flowing hockey with crisp passing, they did manage to hit the target with more shots than they managed for the rest of the game, 21 to be precise. However, by the end of the period they had only a solitary score to their credit and failure to capitalise on their 1st period dominance proved their undoing in the final analysis. It was Lumberjack Joe Rand, continuing his fine scoring streak, who bagged the goal in the 12th minute. Set up by Bison skipper Nicky Chinn, Rabbit’s Foot Joe Baird, the most superstitious man in the EPL, fired in a shot from just inside the blue line. We heard a thud. Annetts had saved it with his pads. However, much to the chagrin of the hapless netman, the puck passed through him and came to rest behind him. Lumberjack Joe was quickest to the loose puck and stabbed it home for 1-0 Bison. A celebration, most lawless and licentious, lifted from the legion of locals.

Having been outplayed and outshot by 21-9 in the 1st the Bees had to do something more positive in the 2nd otherwise even a stuttering Bison were capable of going on to seal an easy victory. They didn’t look capable. Buy they produced that something from nowhere within a minute of the restart. Smital and Thompson combined to set up Ollie Bronniman at the back door and he fired home with no-one to challenge him. The goal had come out of the blue. The Bison faithful looked as shocked as if they had seen the Archbishop of Canterbury fired from a cannon in the Planet Ice car park. Perhaps he had been, but, if so, I didn’t see it.

Bison needed to snatch back the initiative and this they did only 4 minutes later. Cuddly Joe Greener fed Shoeless Joe Miller, who fired a diagonal cross ice pass to Coach Sheppard steaming in in front of goal. Maple Leaf Doug delayed and then with goaltender Annetts committed he fired in through the gap between the hapless goaltender and the post. The Bison fans leaped to their feet and opened their mouths wide to emit their wild roars of approval. So much so that you could see their fillings except those who had paid extra for white fillings of course.

Things were not quite looking rosy, but at least at 2-1 ahead Bison had the opportunity to take the game by the scruff of the neck and go on from there. However, it was a stuttering Bees team who would dominate the period, turning a 0-1 deficit into parity of 3-3 by the end with some smart finishing. Their second equaliser came only a minute later. And it was to be Bison’s greatest alumnus, Tosh Redmond, Mr. Basingstoke himself, who would thrust the dagger into Bison hearts. Set up by Bendik (nothing to do with chocolates), Grant Rounding fired in a shot which Dean Skinns saved, but could not hold. The rebound fell to Tosh at the back door.  He was the right man in the right place at the right time. Even Bobby Caldwell would have scored. (Bobby who? Why Minnie Caldwell’s cat of course). And he did (Tosh not Bobby that is).


4 minutes before the end of the period Bison managed to resnatch (that’s not a real word by the way) the lead. Don’t ask me to describe the sequence of events after a shot was fired in by Rabbit’s Foot Joe Baird. The spilling of the puck by Annetts resulted in the mother of all mellĂ©es in front of the net. Suddenly the whistle blew, goal light came on and the net moved off its moorings all in the space of a fraction of a second. The officials decided it was a good goal and 3-2 Bison it was. It was a Joe goal – Miller from Greener from Baird. Should it have been allowed? The Headbanger was dubious. “Definitely players in the blue paint” said he in the interval. But a goal it was and a stuttering Bison had their noses in front once more.

Up until now the game had been characterised by a serious of strange decisions from the officials. Earlier it had caused the Howling Man to become very angry. His rant included the words “Open your eyes”, but I failed to decipher anything else he bellowed. Clearly the officials were proving to be the grit in his hockey spectating Vaseline. The poor officiating was typified shortly after the goal by a slashing by Spearing (I think) down onto Marvelous Miroslav Vantroba’s arm. So obvious was it that the whole of Planet Ice saw it and so noisy was it that it must have been heard in Timbuktu. However, nothing was given and the Bison blueliner was reduced to throwing his stick to the ice in frustration. I once knew a limerick which began “A young man from Capricorn Tropic, Had sight that was rather myopic”. Enough of that.  Judging by Mr Szuchs’s and Mrs Johnston’s failure to see the slash I must conclude that they may be from Capricorn Tropic themselves.

Could Bison now see out the period? To give away their advantage before the second buzzer would have been ass undesirable as the contents of a spittoon from the Lucky Strike Saloon in Dodge City circa 1880. But that’s exactly what happened. In the final minute of the period the Bees grabbed a power play goal with Cuddly Joe Greener banged up for hooking. Bendik set up Lukas Smital for a shot. Skinns’s save went straight to the Margate Marauder, Ollie Bronniman, who slammed it in for 3-3. Troubled thoughts clouded the minds of those in the home blocks, as their Bees counterparts showed their exhilaration with a display of unbridled and frenzied effervescence.

The period ended with an unseemly altercation between Marvellous Miroslav and the aforementioned Spearing, always a popular opponent wherever he plies his trade of agitator, which is everywhere really. It was probably as a follow on from the slashing incident. Their opinions concerning each other’s conduct looked as far apart as the views on capitalism of Margaret Thatcher and Arthur Scargill. It ended with Vantroba on his backside inside the net – rather undignified I thought. A coincidental 2 + 2 roughing for each was awarded.

I will not waste space by detailing the stuttering, spluttering machinations of the two teams’ disjointed efforts to win the game in the 3rd and subsequent overtime period. (The frustration of the crowd was epitomised by the wife of Howling Man driven to utter “Just put the puck in the net” in her vexation). However, I would report that Ollie Bronniman did receive a 10 misconduct + game penalty with 33 seconds of regular time remaining, probably for remarks made to the officials. Mr Szuchs indicated his decision by clenching his fists and driving them into the sides of his generous form. No need to call the boys in blue, Ollie went quietly until…….on reaching the bench door he did smite the wall with his stick, then threw the implement away in a fit of pique and then, so I was informed (reliably?), kicked and trampled on the stacked sticks, breaking a number.

And so to the penalty shoot out – a lottery at best. Going in to the last round of the first 3 rounds of shots leading 2-1with Rand and Miller both having put away their efforts, the Bison backers’ hopes must have been high, but Karpov’s shot was saved and Smital’s not to bring on a tortuous series of poor penalty shots until Grant Rounding rounded off proceedings at the end of the 7th round with a decisive finish and the points were in the bag for the Bees - an outcome that would have left even Nostradamus saying, “I never saw that coming”.

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