Derby Day came around again, and we were left disappointed as Bury
picked up what was overall a deserved victory, with our own goal
something of a consolation and nothing more than that. I'm not gonna
start going on about "bragging rights" as its an awful American phrase
which has crept into everyday use over here in the past few years. Keep
it with gridiron please. The derby day may well have been lacking its
usual pre-match boozer banter, as the pints of beer were exchanged for
cups of Earl Grey alongside a rasher or two of Denmark's finest. And of
course, there was no black pudding on the breakfast table this side of
Fairfield.
But despite that, it still had it's usual elements. There was the
same old queues, the same old Rochdale faces manning the Bury
turnstiles, offering their usual generousity, the same old chants and
the same old angry faces spending more time looking at the crowd than
the game.
There's certainly something about this fixture which brings out angry
little men, who take full advantage of fencing, steps, a row of
cheerleaders and a dozen stewards or so to vent their anger to make up
for their five foot nothingness. This year's prize goes to the gentleman
sporting the 1980's Nick Faldo number who got so angered by his own
side's second goal that he was led away by stewards.
As for the game, well in the cold light of day, this was a far more
entertaining and open game than you usually get from this fixture, and
despite the bravado of "there's nothing special about them", it was two
good sides out there and it showed. This fixture (as opposed to the ones
at Spotland which see us concede before the first V is flicked at
opposition supporters) is usually something of a dour stalemate with it
being 30 minutes in before it dawns on you that there's not been a shot
by either side as of yet.
With a few changes from the side at Barnet during the week, it was
the home side who made the better start out of the two sides as they
looked to attack from the off. They certainly looked a good and well
organised side, with a gameplan offering a little less freedom than the
one that we play from.
Their strengths in my eyes were their central defending pairing and
their front two. Sodje has taken some stick from Dale fans over the
years, but on his day he is still a class above at this level, and
unfortunately for us, this was most certainly his day, as he basically
bossed Thorpe out of the game.
Bishop and his aging sidekick have also taken a bit of stick over the
years, the former most notably for his over reliance on penalties and at
Spotland earlier in the season, he looked nothing but a passenger. But
the movement from their forward pairing was a lesson on how to get the
opposition defence on the back foot, as they led us a merry dance all
over the place despite our best efforts.
The home side's decent start to the game brought them a couple of
decent opportunities but we did show signs of weathering this early
storm. Fielding made a decent early save but if truth be told, it was a
save that you'd have expected an under eleven ladies team goalkeeper to
save, or indeed one of the cheerleaders. It was far from being a tester.
And then, it seemed like we slowly started to get a grip of things,
and it was Will Buckley showing the sort of form which attracted scouts
from all over the country earlier in the season. He picked up the ball
around the halfway line, and went on one of his runs. As he approached
the Bury box, he was brought down, and he did his best to make sure that
the Premiership referee gave the decision, just in case.
With that free kick, the stage was set. Tom Kennedy returning to his
old club, sporting the captain's armband for the first time in his
career. You could almost see the celebration as he runs towards the home
fans pointing to his badge before kissing his armband. Unfortunately,
the only thing which came close to the home fans was the ball, as it
ballooned over the crossbar without troubling the on loan Bury
goalkeeper.
And then came the game's turning point. A poor back pass by Simon
Ramsden was chased down by Bury winger Bennett, and with Fielding
attempting to clear the ball, it ricocheted off Bennett, before bouncing
agonisingly towards the Dale goal. There was this split second where you
were questioning whether it would bounce over or whether TK could
produce an acrobatic goalline clearance. Sadly, neither happened and it
landed in the back of the net to give the home side the lead.
The goal didn't result in any heads dropping, but it was very nearly
2-0 not long after. Again, with great movement against the Dale defence,
Andy Morrell got in a great header which looked a goal all the way. It
beat Fielding, but hit the post and rebounding straight into the hands
of Fielding. Fielding's reaction suggested he knew all along that the
ball was going to do that. He'd have been the only person who did.
It was far from just being the home side on the ascendancy. We had a
great chance after a bit of a melee which required the ball being
cleared off the Bury line, with the keeper nowhere.
The second half brought exactly what was needed. Dale came out, fired
up and took the game to the hosts, and whilst it might have been the
stupid kick off time playing tricks with my head, it seemed to me like
the first fifteen minutes of the second half was spent encamped in the
Bury half.
Kicking towards one of the parts of the ground filled with Dale
supporters, we had the opposition on the back foot, and you really felt
that at some stage that a goal had to come. But with corner after
corner, and all the possession, it was clear that Bury were taking great
confidence whilst we grew frustrated as the goal never came, proving the
old adage about having to score whilst you're on top.
Again, it was the Bury central defensive pairing who were ruling the
roost, as the home keeper was rarely troubled. Alfie came close with a
header which went just over the bar, but we were offered no time to
settle, and chances were snatched at.
The home side continued to look dangerous on the break, and they
should have sealed it when their veteran frontman Morrell missed what
looked like an open net, after the ball had come to him following a fine
Fielding save.
We kept plugging away, and Will Buckley who was undoubtedly our star
man pulled off a super shot, which seemed to bounce off the post
blocking my view. It transpired it hit a Bury defender the other side of
the post and rebounded away. It would have hurt but it saved a possible
goal.
But eventually, with around ten minutes to go, the home side put it
beyond our reach, with an excellent goal, which even had Keith Hill
waxing lyrical about it after the game. Nice passing moves save a 1-2
between Bishop and Jones, before Jones produced a great finish past
Fielding to prompt a Wigan Walk from the Dale end. Shades of Paddy's
goal against Halifax that time after his 1-2 with Super Kev.
And then, a good four minutes into the allotted four minutes of
injury time, Dale did what Dale do best and gave the slightest glimmer
of hope to the everly optimistic with Will Buckley producing a goal that
had it been anything but a consolation would have had us talking about
it long into the night.
He controlled the long ball he received, beat his man like he had all
afternoon, and came up with an excellent little finish to get every
remaining Dale fan left in the ground checking their watch to see if we
could be witnesses to a late miracle. I don't think we got another touch
of the ball, as the ref blew his whistle some twenty seconds after the
restart.
So defeat at the hands of our local rivals, and a whole three hours
extra to drown our sorrows, if the good people of GMP would allow us to
do so. Bring on Bradford.
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