Bison 2 Telford Tigers 4
29/11/14
Those lucky
enough to have been paying patrons at Planet Ice last night were treated to a
cracking game of hockey between arguably the two best teams in the EPL. A very
close game in all aspects ended with the Telford Tigers cementing their
dominant position at the top of the league. Who can stop them? Probably no-one
on this showing, although they are bound to have slip ups along the way. But
who apart from the curmudgeonlies would deny them their title, if indeed they
are destined to win it, after an Atlas type existence propping up the EPL for
so many seasons. Is “buying the league” morally right? Discuss amongst
yourselves.
P1 was played
out in a very competitive and entertaining fashion with Bison slightly the
better side, outshooting the Tigers by 12 to 9. The Tigers’ best opportunity
came when Joe Miller and Peter Szabo found themselves in on goal in a 2 on 1,
but alas for the Tigers it all came to naught as Szabo slipped and crash into
the net, forcing it off its moorings and stopping play.
The interval
saw the Bison backers contemplating the proceedings. Whilst doing so the Rabble
Rouser of Block A applied fresh wax to the ends of his moustache. Bison’s own
Man of Steel nonchalantly broke a chain across his pectorals. Oxobloke poured
himself another cup of gravy. What were they thinking? I have no idea.
P2 was played
out in the same fashion as P1. Although more dominant, certainly if the shot
count of 10 to 5 is anything to go by, Bison managed to fall behind twice
before ending the period on level terms. The deadlock was broken in the 29th
minute following a period of Bison pressure. It was the visitors who snatched
the lead. Jonathon Weaver broke clear from a scrap on the boards and fired in a
shot. Dean “Deano” Skinns saved it, but the puck bounced into the air to Jason
Silverthorn who made himself a thorn in Bison’s side by batting it into the
net. 0-1 Tigers.
The Tigers’ lead
was short lived. Less than 3 minutes later Bison had levelled it. The goal
followed a pair of penalties. Martin Ondrej checked Lumberjack Joe Rand from
behind and sent him into the boards with a loud report. Bison skipper Nicky
Chinn, seeking retribution, set about Ondrej. “It’s clink for you two fine
fellows” said referee Pickett, as he doled out a 2 + 10 to Ondrej and a 2 minor
to Chinn. Within 3 seconds of the restart the puck was in the back of the net.
Directly from the face off the puck fell to Marvellous Miroslav Vantroba. Goaltender
Tom Murdy knew he would be unable to react to the shot, as he saw Miro’s stick
coming down to send in a one timer slap shot, so he had to make himself as
large as possible and hope that he blocked the majority of the goal. Alas he
did not possess the goal blocking qualities of Augustus Gloop, that “great big
greedy nincompoop”. Worse still Rand got his stick in for a tip and the puck
flew past the hapless Murdy making him look like a nincompoop, if not great, big
and greedy. 1-1. An orgy of celebration, but thankfully not of any other variety,
was seen in the Bison blocks.
But the Tigers
were not disheartened and came back with a goal of their own some 3 minutes
later to retake the lead. Silverthorn laid a drop pass for Peter Szabo to fire
in with a well placed wrist shot from the point. Joe Miller picked up the
second assist. 1-2 Tigers.
The Tigers’
celebrations had hardly died away before it was 2-2. Crikey! It was a
cataclysmic, calamitous and comedic catastrophe caused by crummy, cruddy and
crumbly D work. Well it was unlucky anyway. An attempted pass out of the Tigers’
defensive zone hit a Telford player. I did not see who passed it and whom it
hit alas, but I am sure the two fellows in question would prefer to remain unnamed
and unshamed. In such a situation what would you, as a Tigers’ player, coach or
fan, not want? Well they got exactly what they didn’t want as the puck fell to
a lurking Coach Sheppard. He seemed as surprised as a man whose false teeth had
fallen out on a dinner date. However, he quickly composed himself, took the puck
forward, feinted to shoot and then slotted past Murdy catcher side. 2-2. The
goal resulted in a scene of joyous jollification, jaunty joviality and jocular
jubilation amongst the Bison backers, if not the Tigers’ faithful, who, bearing
in mind the current fortunes of their team, were numerically rather small.
The deciding
goal came on 46 minutes. I could not describe in detail exactly what happened,
but it appeared to be a comedy of errors as a bouncing puck seemed to hit
almost everyone on the ice except the Tigers’ goaltender and then go in off a
Bison player. The goal was awarded unassisted to Joe Miller who was adjudged to
have been the last Tigers player to touch the puck. It was an incredibly
scrappy affair and had the Bison D been composed of Homer Simpsons all would
have said, “D’oh!” The Tigers faithful, albeit lacking in numbers if not
enthusiasm, were overjoyed and had they counted amongst their number Bart
Simpson and Ned Flanders they may have greeted the goal with shouts of “Ay
Carumba” and “Hey-diddly-ho” respectively, but neither was at the game. 2-3
Tigers.
The Tigers
nearly put the game beyond doubt on 51 minutes, but a spectacular double save
from Deano kept the homesters in it. Bison were continuing to press, but
without reward. They were becoming as frustrated as a masochist with no-one to
whip him (let’s not go there).
Finally with 34
seconds remaining Bison called a time out and proceeded to the restart without
their goaltender. Things turned from potentially sweet to definitely sour when
Jason Silverthorn scored an empty netter from a position on the boards at
halfway. Bison’s chances of winning were now as dead as a Chicago gangster who
had been “rubbed out” by the mob, mown down in a hail of Tommy gun fire, then
stabbed and then garrotted to make sure. Such chances were now wearing concrete
boots and sleeping with the fishes. 2-4 Tigers.
However, the
game was not quite over and an unsavoury incident from the face off after the
goal soured the proceedings for the Bison backers even further. Cuddly Joe
Greener and Maxim Birbraer entered into a disagreement, which seem to result in
the latter plummeting to the ice as if shot. Many were of the opinion that
Birbraer had taken a Premiership footballer style dive, there being minimal contact
from Cuddly Joe. In fact, it would be true to say that an angry tirade of
disagreement erupted from the Bison backers. Some hit the roof, others hit the
road, whilst others still wanted to hit the bottle. Having said all that, Birbraer
left a patch of blood on the ice when he eventually got to his feet (skates).
The abrasion had to have happened when he fell and the necessity of his falling
over was the contentious issue. Cuddly Joe received a 5 + match and, as there
were only 10 seconds remaining, there was no realistic chance of Birbraer
getting back on for at least a token shift (the usual sporting practice) so
that the penalty could be reduced to a game.
Aaron “Billy”
Connolly and netman Tom Murdy received the Top Banana awards for their respective
teams. Telford had grabbed their 17th win from 20 games. Can they be
pipped for the league this year? It is not looking likely at the moment. Are
they “buying the league” and, if so, is that morally right? Well, although no
accounts are ever made available, it is highly likely that their balance will
be massively in the red this year. However, it needs good coaching and
motivation to mould a collection of good players into a winning team, so having
“the best” players is not necessarily a guarantee for success. Are they a
winning team? You bet. And likely to get better. And is it morally right? Opinions are polarised.
I am not saying “yea” I am not saying “nay”, but what I would say is that Telford
have paid their dues in this league, propping it up and acting as everyone’s
whipping boys for several seasons before the big money takeover. And if it had
happened to our team, would we have protested petulantly, parading with
placards outside Planet Ice saying “we don’t want your money, Mr. Scholes”? I
think not.
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