The pitch laid like a carpet - new
Both players and fans set,
Then - after just seven mins
Dan Crosby burst the net!
Struck most sweet from thirty yards
His missile clipped the post,
A beauty - and deserved lead
That was doubled - almost!
Cary battled, then 'the pen'
Which sadly never came:
Kerry was tripped in the box
But refereeing: tame!
The Shannocks owned the first half,
Some great football was played;
When the half-time whistle blew
Out on the pitch we stayed!
Our new signings looked superb
The squad - improved - no doubt:
Bobby, Haylett and Money,
Plus others, soon, will sprout!
Wilson flying down the right
Looked dangerous all match,
But the visitors would see
Their equaliser - hatch.
From the right the ball swung in
And took a massive bounce,
It looped into the corner as...
The lucky Greens did pounce!
Jacko made some solid saves
As both teams fought on hard,
And the ref was busy dishing
Out his yellow card!
Galley had a cracking game
Smith - class off the bench,
The game beefy (and fast paced)
As each side manned its trench.
At the death, heartbreak arrived
To envelop The Rec,
Our ship - captained well, but then
Bad luck flooded the deck.
A cross from the left launched high
And sailed through the air,
Finding the net - Heath winged it;
A draw would have been fair!
But that's football, on we'll march
Our young team shall progress,
Let's make up for it Tuesday
At home to CBS!
Beneath the lights excitement grew
But soon - into a hole
We had fallen: after 5
CBS scored a goal!
A free header from close range
Knocked us right out - stone cold;
And on 30, 35 -
In, two others, rolled!
Two strikes smashed the Shannocks net,
Half time - barely a sound
Trickled throughout Weybourne Road,
But suddenly - we found...
A brand new gear - and on 50
Smith (off the bench once more),
Crossed low for Cary to fire
And cause the stand to roar!
The reds now in complete charge,
Another goal was due;
Ryan Haylett's run and drive
Soon added number two!
And time was on Shezza's side;
A great buzz filled the air,
After tasty build-up play
Cary yelled, 'Get in there!'
A stunning strike outside the box,
The keeper's chances: nil;
But, sadly, the Reds would swallow
One more bitter pill!
Clumsy mix-ups in the box
Allowed Norwich to go
Back in front - but our young team
Have passion that would show.
Wilson - whizzing down the right
Had owned their number three;
From a corner at the death -
Another goal we'd see!
Haylett's looping header found
The net with pace, but wait,
There was still time for action -
And lots of teeth to grate!
Crosby's free-kick beat the wall,
The keeper it did roast;
How unlucky he was for
His shot to clip the post!
Four all! What a cracking game,
Three nil down at the break;
And we almost won the match
But a point we will take.
Bring on Cornard, Saturday
A long trip we shall face;
But, our fans, like last season
Could take over the place!
A strange match: goalless, frustrating
Scrappy, without flow;
The best action - on half-time:
Clean through, Wilson did go
Tumbling inside Cornard's box,
A blatant penalty
That home fans would own up to,
The ref, though, could not see!
Shannocks bossed the second half
New forward, Shaun Dunthorne
Blasted over from close range,
A miss that we would mourn.
Haylett's header - disallowed
Apparently, a pull
Took place, but t'was very harsh
And over it we'll mull.
We kept going - no goal came
But, as the clock ticked fast,
Ards broke free and almost nicked
The win; we watched aghast!
With our goal gaping - their strike
Flew wayward, in delight!
And with only seconds left
We'd get another fright!
A through ball - which Cox would 'sort'
Handed the hosts a chance
Inches outside of our box...
The Red wall took a stance!
Boycie, with his bushy beard
Played well - his first game back,
Rogers - coming off the bench
Went close with his long crack!
A point away, on we'll move
To create history,
Our F.A. Vase journey starts:
The Road to Wembley!
Sunshine beamed on Weybourne Road
Excitement grew and grew,
And - our FA Vase debut
Was just about to brew!
A balanced first half took place
The best chance blasted high,
By the visitors who loved
To let each clearance fly!
We nearly ran out of balls
And as the tension rose,
Yellow cards, reluctantly
The ref would soon expose!
Shannocks fought for every ball
The passion shown - immense;
And great vibes were stirring, that
In the air we could sense!
From restart "Spike" Milligan
Would make a top-drawer save;
He tipped over as we rode
The last Newmarket wave!
The Shannocks took control, and
On fifty: what a ball
Played in by Dan Crosby who
Would cause home fans to drool!
Connor Kerry glanced it home
A cracking and cool finish;
And the Reds did not switch off
To see their work diminish!
Just over five minutes passed
Before - again he charged,
Slotting home a Crosby pass
Our lead: being enlarged!
Shannocks kept the tempo up
And, coming off the bench -
A skikful, young future star
With one big thirst to quench...
Kieran Devlin almost scored
His pace causing huge trouble;
And, for a brill save, Kerry
Would add to his sweet double!
The Jockeys puffed on, but there
Was NEEEEEIGH way o'er the fence;
To the sin-bin a slow trot
Would also soon commence
For dissent - and with ten men
The outcome now was clear;
In the next round we welcome
Walsham-le-Willows here!
Wilson, Galley, Boyce and Cox
Haylett, Bobby and Sands,
Each put in a massive shift -
Along with all the fans!
An historic, special day
The whole club - one big team;
And, although it's early days
On lives our Wembley dream!
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