Monday, 31 March 2014

Bison Down the Dirty Dogs




Bison 6 Sheffield Steeldogs 2
30/3/14

2 goal Joe Rand gave Bison a leg up to the Coventry playoffs in a one sided 2 leg victory over the Steeldogs, which made the Dogs look like a load of legless men, as Bison whipped the legs from under them, leaving them without a leg to stand on. Bison’s quest for play off silverware most definitely has legs.

Bison had seized the advantage by winning the first leg by 2-0 at the Dogs’ kennel the previous evening. It was a night of surely the most bizarre officiating ever seen. The officials failed to call numerous infractions, the most outrageous of which was a deliberate kick on a prostrate Deans Skinns by the odious and detestable Craig Elliott, who was to prove equally repulsive and repellent at Planet Ice. Ray Charles and Stevie Wonder would have seen more that these officials. However, that was history. Last night Bison had to continue their dominance and make sure that the Steeldogs ant was crushed under the size 13 Doc Marten which is Basingstoke Bison. This they did and an out-of-sight 8-2 aggregate win could have caused the crowd to fill the auditorium with a rendition of …♫ We’re all going to Coventry…♫…We’re all going to Coventry…♫….La-la-la-la…♫…La-la-la-la…♫, but thankfully didn’t. Instead they shook the very rafters of Planet Ice singing the traditional “Great Escape” at an elephantine volume and why not? 

It wasn’t long before the game sheet filler outer was scribbling. On 4 minutes Tom Squires was thrown into solitary for interference and in the resultant power play Bison grabbed the lead. Cuddly Joe Greener behind the goal line fed Tomas “Grandmaster” Karpov in front and he slid the puck straight through Steeldogs goaltender Dailbor Sedlar. There were more holes in and around the poor fellow than in a tea strainer (those under 40 and from the tea bag generation won’t know what one of those is). The puck passed between his pad and blocker and it was 1-0 Bison.

On 6 minutes the Dogs levelled it with a power play goal of their own. It was a Greg goal. With Rabbit’s Foot Joe Baird on the naughty boy’s step for interference, Greg Wood banged in a rebounded shot from Greg Chambers. The second assistant was declared as Lee Haywood (not a Greg). 1-1. Could the Dogs, buoyed up by finally getting the puck past Dean Skinns, who had played out of his skin at Sheffield, go on from here and make it a contest? Well actually no, as I shall relate.

Shortly after we were entertained by a massive hit from Bison skipper Nicky Chinn. He hammered into a Dogs player with such titanic force that the man disappeared from view behind the boards thus preventing me from identifying him. So colossal was the hit that the Man with 3 Ear Rings speculated that he might have been knocked clean out of his skates.

Bison restored their lead in the 15th minute with as pretty a goal as you’re ever likely to see. Andy “Machine Gun” Melachrino broke from his own defensive zone along the left wing. His movement forward couldn’t be described as a somnolent meander. Far from it in fact. It was direct and with pace, power and purpose. Into the offensive zone he moved before picking out a pass inside to “Grandmaster” Karpov. The Dogs’ D must have seen the danger. This was no time for them to fool around, goof around, loaf around, mess around or hang around, but, like headless chickens, all they did was run around. Long Ciaron Long was charging up the right wing in support and met Karpov’s pass with a snap shot, which flew in before Sedlar could react. 2-1 Bison. Long Ciaron threw himself at the Grandmaster and the pair collapsed to the ice in a loving embrace like a pair of copulating turtles. It was a very special goal, not only in its execution, but also its significance. It was Long Ciaron’s 20th Bison goal this season. He joins an impressive contingent of 6 other Bison players (well 5 current and 1 former to be pedantically correct) with 20 or more goals this season - Karpov, Rand, Greener, Melachrino, Miller and Connolly. 

2 minutes into the 3rd and it was 3-1. Set up by Chinn, Aaron “Billy” Connolly fired in a shot which Sedlar saved. Alas for him Lumberjack Joe Rand latched onto the rebound, pirouetted like a ballerina and slid the puck past Sedlar.

There would be no more scoring in P2, but the period ended with the abhorrent and loathsome Craig Elliott being banged up for high sticks and then receiving an after the buzzer 10 misconduct for abuse of officials.

And so the final 20 minutes of Planet Ice hockey faced off with Bison enjoying a comfortable 5-1 aggregate lead and playing well. The Bison backers didn’t have to wait long to make their vocal chords even more enflamed with another raucous goal celebration. On 44 minutes Nicky Chinn bamboozled the Dogs D and sent a cross crease pass onto the stick tape of Lumberjack Joe Rand, who snapped it past Sedlar for 4-1.

The Dogs were getting frustrated and it all boiled over a minute and a half later when a Tom Squires interference infraction attracted the ire of Danny “The Iceberg” Ingoldsby, who seemed to want to take on all comers right in front of the Dogs’ bench. He was slapped with a 2 + 2 for roughing, Kohron with a 2 roughing and Squires a 2 interference. The Dogs men went to join the unsavoury and repugnant Craig Elliott in the box where there was standing room only – well almost.

Danny “The Iceberg”, clearly no shrinking violet, although tender of years, took his legal revenge on Squires shortly after his release from the dark, dang dungeon that is the Sapphire Cleaning penalty box with a massive hit into the boards in front of the Bison bench. Tipu Sahib, the Sultan of Mysore, once said that it was better to live one day as a tiger than a thousand years as a sheep. Danny clearly agreed with this sentiment because there was nothing sheep like about the bone crunching body check he delivered. The hapless Squires was bent in half over the top of the wall. Moments later when Ingoldsby left the ice the helmet slapping celebrations he received from his team mates confirmed their approval of his perpetration of legal violence on the hapless Squires.

Bison added to the Dogs’ misery with 2 goals in 16 seconds 52 minutes into the game, which made the Dogs look like so many lemons and as stationary as sacks of potatoes. The first was a wrist shot by Andy Melons (assists to Long and Karpov) and the second a blast from Cameron “Popeye” Wynn, set up by Marvellous Miroslav Vantroba. That made it 6-1 and no way back for the Dogs, who were reeling like a man who has drunk 10 pints, smoked 5 joints and then been smashed in the face with a frying pan. Coach Payette called a time out and netman Sedlar was replaced by Bradley Day. 2 minutes later they managed to pull one back scored by Edgars Bebris assisted by Kohron and Hirst. Don’t ask me to describe the goal. I wasn’t looking. But who cares?

A minute later there was an appalling challenge on Aaron “Billy” Connolly by guess who? Yes it was the repellent and repugnant Craig Elliott. He clipped Billy and sent him cartwheeling through the air. The crowd rose to their feet in unison and bayed their protestation like a crowd of angry villagers. For those who had brought their pitchforks to the arena, now was the time to wave them. But nobody had. The Howling Man opened up with a characteristic tirade as loud as a burst of rapid fire from a Vickers machine gun, as opposed to a vicar’s machine gun (I doubt whether many vicars carry them). The offense was worthy of capital punishment surely? No merely a 2 minute minor for the obnoxious and unpleasant Elliott. Lucky man. I am now running out of adjectives to put before the name of Elliott and, in case I haven’t expressed it clearly enough, no I don't like him.

 
The clock ticked down to zero and Bison had progressed in the quest to find the pot of gold (actually more of a chrome egg cup) at the end of the Coventry rainbow. Let’s not go off on a red herring. Steeldog faces were red with embarrassment. This was black and white with no grey areas. During Bison’s purple patch, which was really the whole game, the Dogs had shown the white flag and earned themselves a black mark from their coach. Talk about showing a red rag to a bull. Payette was purple in the face. It was a red letter day the Bison forwards who had been shown the green light to paint the town red and put the Dogs’ goal account well into the red. They had beaten their opponents black and blue, resulting in a blue feeling on a very grey evening for the visiting fans. They must have been green with envy at the talent on show on the Bison bench. They say the grass is greener on the other side, but the Dogs faithful must have hoped in vain for a white knight like Joe Greener or, failing that, some sort of black magic solution to put their account back in the black and their team in the pink. The blueprint for success had eluded them.

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