Bidvest Reserve Men

07 April 2013 - Opening Weekend

Match report to be updated shortly....

14 April 2013

After a disappointing match last week, the Bidvest Brotherhood was looking to capitalise on the Suburbs’ 2nd grade team. Huddled under the flood lights on turf 2 we ran over our game plan, screen early and channel them wide. 
After a promising start, our fitness began to wane like the strength of a rubber band left in the sun for too long. The fitter Suburbs team were applying the squeeze, but we managed to fend off probe after probe. After a few glimmers of razzle dazzle by our strikers we had a certain break through. 2 strikers against their scared and lonely keeper. After a top class draw and pass by our latest striker, Sean ‘Dad’ Wills, all one man, who shall remain unnamed, had to do was push the ball into the gaping goal mouth. But alas, with all the grace of a flailing fish caught on the baited hook with a shining lure, the ball was swatted at. Like some failed golf drive the ball was sliced wide, the chances of a varsity uprising late in the second half were dwindling. 
A few more promising passages of play were put together, but none were able to be finished.

Player of the Day was Matthew ‘Mum’ Thomas who didn’t seem to stop running, like a little terrier, full of energy. Honourable mention goes to both Ross’; one played well in the goal, making some sublime saves while the other in the midfield making some gorgeous tackles and excellent leads onto the ball.

21 April 2013

Due to the wild weather over the Waikato region over the weekend, all games scheduled from 12pm onwards were called off due to turf flooding and all results recorded as a draw.   Click Here to view images of turf flooding. 

27 April 2013

After last weeks’ game was rained off the Bidvest Brotherhood were chomping at the bit to get on the turf.  After an intense warm up, we gathered into an unyielding huddle. Coach Duncan gave us our respective obligations.  We hung on his every word, like an over-zealous student at their first lecture.  Digesting what he had to say.  His words were like glorious auditory ecstasy to us. 

After a very impressive start we were finally able to open our long awaited account for 2013.  Hadlee Kirby decided that he had had enough of the paltry Suburbs A defence and slotted a magnificent goal into the net.  The jubilation spread across the young mans’ face was a tangible mixture between redemption and pure bliss.  This contagious attitude was like the plague, affecting the entire team. Stricken with Kirby's curse, Sean Wills decided that he too would smite Suburbs with his own flavour of goal. An intricate piece of dribbling followed by a sublime piece of ball placement resulted in our second goal.  Many people today use the adage 'threading it through the eye of a needle" very loosely with reckless abandon, failing to gully grasp the meaning.  Today, Sean Wills threaded that metaphorical needle.  The ball slotting between the outstretched kicker and the post; the smallest of gaps, the tightest of fits.  We went into half time with a healthy two all lock up. 

The second half was an entirely different affair.  We started well, but errors began to creep into our game.  We missed traps and started to bounce our passes, like we were playing on a trampoline, but this trampoline was not fun.  One with rusted, uncovered springs that was structurally unsound.  Ultimately we wound down the final period with a palpable desire for the conclusion of this chapter in Bidvest's tale. Final score Bidvest - 2 Suburbs A - 4. 

Player of the day was Kieran McGirr, played well, was where he needed to be, and also in places where others should have been. He also defended stoically in the midfield and halves. 

12th May 2013

The Bidvest Brigade was going from strength to strength. Improving with every game.  The game this week saw them face off against the top of the table New World Old Boys.  Expecting a tough game we warmed up with a fervent attitude, ready to endure what many expected to be a tough test. Duncan laid out the team plan, in what may have been his swansong. After losing the toss, which is a common occurrence, we lined up.

After a very tough first half which involved many altercations, physical and verbal, it was a nil all draw.Duncan once more outlined our strengths and what we needed to improve on. Rehydrated and re-enthused, we set back out.  The second half started well, but we soon leaked in a goal. Ross was having very good time in the goal, deflecting effort after effort. His stick was like an extension of his arm. But like all good things it came to an abrupt end, and Old Boys managed to score. Smelling blood Old Boys attacked again, but once more Goalie Gardiner was up to the challenge. Parrying, fending and dancing away the ball, like an impenetrable slab of shield. We countered and had our first penalty corner in what felt like eons. Sadly our star hitter was not up to scratch and the ball was picked off. In defence we were going well, but the devious tactics of OldBoys led to them scoring again. Less then impressed Duncan let fly a few choice words to fuel our engines.

Duncan’s demeanour as sweeper was very good, surprisingly, saving as from what could have been a certain blow out. Lifted by his efforts we strung some very attractive passes together which started with Kieran Sisam’s diving effort, leaving him with a small bump on his forehead. But alas, that spelt the end of his game, dizzy from his scuffle with an Old Boys player’s stick, Sisam sat out the remainder of the game. After which a lapse in defence left a one on one with Ross, who was feeling the effects of having to defend all game, was beaten by an arrogant flick over his head, leaving us three goals down with less then 15 left on the clock. Spurred on by Sisam’s sacrifice we finally had a legitimate shot on goal. Matthew ‘Only 2 subs’ Thomas had a delectable drive at the near post, pinging off it; the sound resonated around the field, everyone thinking that it had missed. But no, the ball had rebounded into the far corner, and he notched up his first goal of the season. Normally a stone faced man, Thomas let out a little yelp of delight as he was mobbed by his fellow forwards. Like a small puppy when his master walks in the front door after an extended period of time. This led to further attempts at breaching Old Boys circle, maintaining possession deep in the corners we eventually gained a long corner. The quick no-look pass by Amish Fermah to the baseline, where the hungry puppy Thomas was waiting, was accurate. This allowed little Thomas to dribble unmolested towards the Old Boys goal. The goalie prematurely slid out, letting Thomas put a nice cross through for Sean Wills. But being that there were 15 Old Boys players in that same spot a mild melee broke out in the scuffle for the ball with Wills eventually finding the backboard. Being Bidvest’s leading goal scorer for 2013, Wills was electric. After a glorious cover drive clearance from Fermah in his own 25, which nearly decapitated an Old Boys player that had strayed too close, Bidvest weathered another attempt on their goal then quickly countered in the last minute. Once again Thomas was the central figure. Putting a well weighted through ball to Wills on the near post, all it needed was a square cross to the unmarked Fermah on the far post. But being a recently converted striker, Wills wilted under the heavy expectations and muffed it.  Losing, 3-2, but the best game so far.

Player of the day was Gareth Tobin. Flying under the radar like a stealth fighter. Sneaky little reconnaissance missions, that yielded good results.  Covert little behind enemy lines recon that earned him the purple star of bravery in the field.  

19th May 2013

After an exceptional performance last week Bidvest were looking to show another strong effort against Visique Rose. The reserve ‘A’ team. Sunday dawned, with ominous rain clouds hanging both in the air and on the player’s minds. Constant showers cascaded down through out the day. Arriving at the turf an hour before our game the rain was still falling, as were the chances of us playing. The turf was starting to flood, only a narrow parting lay dry in the center. As the rain continued to fall we huddled around a white board. Duncan’s white board. His mental presence was felt and we set about planning our match.  

We trotted out onto the pitch between showers and started to warm up. Expecting Visique to don the alternative strip, as they had lost the rock/scissor/paper match, we carried on in our standard black, red and yellow. But being deceitful as always, Visique went back on their word and we ended up dressed in white. This did not phase the players spirits. Another tactic deployed by Visique was to supply the alternative strip in children’s sizes. Nevertheless, out we ran in size 14 shirts, ready to play. 

The first 10 minutes of play were good, only having two substitutes, we needed to play smart hockey, which we did. Guarding the slither of dry turf we prevented any chances from happening and attempted a few of our own. The turf was slowly draining intermittently, when the drizzling stopped. The team cohesion was showing, as players were swapping positions with each other, and still maintaining a high level of play. We were isolating the wide balls, keeping them trapped in the puddles that littered the edges of the field. Visique resorted to hitting and hoping, which we easily dealt with. Solid defence from our halves meant that we held majority of possession. With five minutes to play a minor lapse in marking lead to a Visique goal. Everyone apologised and we played out the half. 
 

Our half time huddle was slightly empty, without the prominent figure of Duncan dishing out orders with sides of abuse. But we self analysed our flaws, and gave good suggestions on how to improve our strengths. Sean ‘Easy Breezy’ Wills had received an injury from a reckless Greenhough stick. Hitting him on the hand, a large welt had appeared. But Easy Breezy opted to battle on. Like the proverbial soldier. 

The second half started well too. The turf was drying faster than the rain fell. The drier turf went to Bryce ‘Want to be a forward’ Kivell’s head. Receiving the ball in his defensive circle, he would set out on an expedition up the field. Using his new shoes to good effect. These runs had an impact on the remaining defenders. Nearly every chance they had they would all go for a little run. One run in particular, by Andy ‘Fitness’ Buchanan, was most profitable. The ball was eventually crossed across on open goal mouth, but with no deflection. Captain Fermah chased after it and retrieved it; dribbling it back into the circle he dispatched one defender then placed it, quite elegantly onto another’s foot. This corner would be better than the initial, as the turf was drier. With both specialist trappers on the sideline, Matt ‘Bulldog’ Thomas was told to trap and hit himself. An accurate injection from Gareth ‘@@@@’ Tobin meant that Thomas had plenty of time to receive and strike. The hit, whilst accurate, was not quite fast enough, and the Visique goalie had moved in front of it. But Ross ‘Blood knee’ Howard was up the task. A glorious deflection across the goal and into the backboard drew rapturous applause from the team. Reinvigorated by this goal we redoubled our efforts. Attacking again and again, whilst defending against a bitter Visique. The last five minutes were slightly scrambled, but we managed to hold on to a one all draw. This pleased everybody. Except Visique. 

Player of the day was Andrew Buchanan. With his dominant fitness he showed the much younger players up, and made some great tackles on the supposedly better team.

26th May 2013

After a strong draw last week against the more favoured Visique team, the Bidvest brethren were looking at the game that seemed the most likely to be a win. Te Awamutu were also wallowing at the bottom of the table, having the same amount of points as Bidvest, but being one goal ahead. This was a need to win game. No draw to be had.
 

We encircled the little white board that Duncan had left us, his legacy, as it were. The black pen seemed to be guided from afar, as though Duncan himself was there, laying out our game plan and positions. The brisk autumn air pulled our faces taunt, like the skin of a drum. Our breathing became laboured as the urgency of victory was fully realised. 
 

Deciding to run things a little differently, we jumped on the turf and did our own individual warm ups. Fermah won the toss, for a change, and Bidvest would start. As we huddled together one last time before play was underway, the atmosphere was electric. The fire that burned in our eyes reflected the passion that smouldered strongly in our hearts. This was about more then just hockey, this was about asserting that we, Bidvest, were not some bottom feeders, some measly chumps that had fluked a spot in Reserve grade. That we, we were men. 

Play commenced, we had four substitutes on the bench, chomping at the bit to get onto the turf, so we ran hard. The opening passages of play were evenly contested, but then we started to show our dominance. Winning the 50/50 balls we strung passes together that would have made our fore fathers proud. Kieran ‘Razzle Dazzle’ McGirr had a clean break, cleaner then the paint on a new BMW. He steamed into the circle from the right, only the keeper in his path. With two strikers on his inside, unmarked, the pass seemed the obvious option. But no, wanting to register his own name on the scorecard, McGirr had a shot. Splayed across the mouth is an accurate description of the result. Like an infant learning to eat, the food ends up all around the mouth, but not in it. 
 

The three starting strikers then decided that the midfield were not to be trusted with the important task of securing our place in Reserve grade. With chemistry that would have put Linus Pauling to shame, Sisam, Wills and Thomas attacked the circle after some cherished hockey skills. Earning a penalty corner. Howard picked up another pinging deflection to mirror his efforts from last week to give Varsity a one nil lead. Te Awamutu struggled with our talent, resorting to dirty stick checks and tackles. Paul Bunyan himself seemed to be the father of the entire Te Awamutu team, as filthy axe chops were raining down on us. On of the umpires being from Te Awamutu was, naturally, biased against us, making our challenge even more of an uphill struggle. But we remained strong and showed excellent fortitude, bagging another goal. McGirr made up for his earlier effort, with a return volley that sounded like the clap of thunder with a little extra testosterone added in. The ball was just creamed off the middle into the net. The pushes and shoves were too much for the Bidvest gentlemen, and Te Awamutu were able to sneak in a soft goal just before the break. 
 

Rehydrating in the dugout, we outlined a few things to watch for in the next half and chucked a few compliments round to keep everyone in high spirits. 

The second half was off with a hiss and a roar. More pushing and hacking was received, but we soldiered on. Fighting a very tough battle, the ball was content to remain in the middle of the field, not really giving either team majority of possession. A lapse in aggression allowed Te Awamutu to breach the circle, scoring again. This put us on the back foot, as a draw was not enough to maintain our position in Reserve grade. We countered strongly, but Te Awamutu went into their shell, their solely defensive play coupled with the umpire that had obviously missed the specsavers ads on television, meant that Bidvest were unable to score again. The game winding down to a two all draw. 

Player of the day was the entire team. Everyone played well, refraining from resorting to cheap Te Awamutu tactics like hacking and pushing.