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Sunday, 26 November 2023

Chorley Women vs. Newcastle United Women - 2023-24 FA Women's Cup, Second Round

Sunday 26th November 2023
Second Round
Chorley vs. Newcastle United


With the draw taking place on the Monday after the postponed tie in the last round, we already knew who the winner would face by the time Wigan and Chorley kicked off in Leigh – a plum home tie against National League North (third tier) Newcastle United. The recently-turned professional women’s section of one of England’s biggest clubs are very ambitious and as such, have swept aside the rest of the league this season, with sizeable crowds watching home and away. However, the adverse weather conditions that have plagued the North West for weeks have forced Chorley’s hand – instead of risking it and hosting the tie on grass at their usual home at Coppull United (or indeed, at Chorley FC), they elect to hire the 3G pitch at JMO Park in Skelmersdale for the day, some 20 miles away. It’s great for me, as it’s on the bus route near my house, but I imagine it’s awkward for anyone in or around Chorley who might have fancied a late decision to go along. Even a 20-mile trip isn’t appealing in the cold and wet.

The choice of JMO Park to host a tie in the Women’s FA Cup is an intriguing one – what with the pitch being ruled unsuitable to host men’s eighth-tier football and all. Skelmersdale United had achieved a credible 11th-place finish in the Northern Premier League Division One West last season, a year after winning promotion via the play-offs. However, the 3G failed a FIFA bounce test – essentially a grading of an artificial pitch’s ability to mimic natural grass during play. As a result, Skem were forced to make alternative arrangements when required improvements were unable to be met, leading them to enter into a groundsharing agreement to play at Burscough’s new ground. However, this hastily put-together facility at the side of the old ground in Burscough was deemed unsuitable to host games at Northern Premier League level and therefore, Skem were demoted back down to the North West Counties League. A massive blow to them, considering they had already spent several years playing at various grounds in the area after being evicted from their previous home, until the JMO Sports Park stepped in to bring them back to the town. So, we’re now left with a situation where the JMO is not suitable to host men’s semi-professional matches but apparently is okay for a Women’s FA Cup second round tie (which, ironically enough, will feature full-time professionals on the Newcastle team)!

This is very reminiscent of a row before the 2015 Women’s World Cup, held in Canada. FIFA were heavily criticised when they confirmed that all matches would be held at venues with artificial pitches, with people saying that it was ‘discriminatory’, as elite men’s team would never be forced to play on artificial surfaces instead of natural grass. Sixty players even put their name to a lawsuit lobbied against world football’s governing body and the Canadian Soccer Association. The two main areas of complaint were their belief that artificial pitches are more likely to lead to injuries, and the difference in the makeup of the surfaces. FIFA responded by saying that the re-laid surfaces were subjected to their stringent testing system and that the same pitches were installed across all venues.

While the tournament went ahead and the suit dropped, for many onlookers it highlighted a double standard within football – and in all honesty, it isn’t a good look for FIFA. To me, it seems like they’re using the women’s game as a testing ground for these systems and surfaces, rather than providing a level playing field for their women’s ‘product’ to grow to the highest standard (no pun intended). So, yes, it’s very odd to be experiencing this second round Women’s FA Cup match here today – not just for the reminder of a double standard, but also because it shows that perhaps, Skem should not have been uprooted and demoted, as well as a local business left without a major client paying rent. All because a ball doesn’t bounce in the correct way – it doesn't do that on grass for many months of the season anyway!

The club that became Chorley Women FC were formed in 1978 by a Mr E. Gardner as ‘Cumberland Rangers Ladies’ for players in the Preston area. Despite this, there were no local pitches for them to play at, so they played in Accrington, later moving to New Longton and changing their name to reflect their locality. With the village of New Longton – birthplace of Blue Peter’s and Doctor Who’s Peter Purves, I was delighted to find out – being 10 miles from Chorley, many of the team’s players came from the town and by 1983, the club had rebranded as ‘Chorley Ladies’. By this point, a bone-fide women’s football legend was turning out for the club, while her husband was the manager – Shelia Parker. First turning out for the famous Dick, Kerr’s Ladies at the age of 13 in 1961, Shelia went on to win every domestic honour in the game, mostly with Preston but quite notably, with Foden’s – a former works team – winning the fourth edition of the Women’s Cup, beating favourites Southampton Ladies 2-1. By this point, Shelia was England captain, having first skippered them in their first international match, a 3-2 win against Scotland in Greenock on 18th November 1972 – a century (almost to the month) that the first men’s international between the two sides took place. In 2022, she was awarded an MBE for services to football and charity, as well as honoured with a plaque at Chorley FC to mark her achievements and service to the club.

Reflecting on her time as a player, Shelia remarked that there were so few teams to play in those days, but the women’s game did go on to experience a good level of growth throughout the 1980s. This was undoubtedly helped by the FA lifting their ban a decade earlier, giving women and girls local pitches on which to organise teams. By this point, Chorley were playing in the North West Regional League, with their first game being against Manchester City – in what was City’s first-ever league game, Chorley ran out 11-0 winners. They went on to win three North West Regional League championships, eventually earning them a promotion to the Northern Combination – a league created in 1998, to act as a feeder for the top-tier Women’s Premier League. The introduction of professionalism and the Women’s Super League saw the Combination leagues replaced and today, Chorley play in the fourth tier Women’s National League North – one division below today’s opponents, who are reigning champions of Chorley’s division.

Skelmersdale is essentially a Milton Keynes of the North West. All roads and roundabouts, but unlike Milton Keynes, it doesn’t have a railway connection. ‘Old Skem’ was a tiny West Lancashire village that was expanded into a ‘New Town’ during the 1960s, primarily catering for the population overflow from Liverpool – all of which is reflected in the Skem of today, with the accents being off-Scouse (or ‘wool’) and the uniform concrete architecture, which looks like a 1960s dystopian nightmare. Nevertheless, there’s a picturesque quality to JMO Park when I first see it, as I cross the bridge that leads to the facility – the sight of the lush greenness of the 3G and players kicking a ball about is illuminated by the floodlights, standing out amongst the roads that surrounded it, on this dark, dank Sunday afternoon in November.


I follow a couple of Newcastle supporters into the ground – I know this because they’re wearing club gear (if that isn’t a giveaway, they also sound like Les/Lesley off the TV series, Benidorm) – and I’m met with the sight of a comfy clubhouse interior, with plenty of seating and tables, TV screens and more importantly, a bar. There are a couple of ladies in Chorley FC club shirts taking a fiver for entry, so I hand mine over and get a nice glossy sheet of A4 (which is the programme!) While waiting at the bar, I have a quick read and a short message from Chorley Chair, Janet Mitchell, welcomes everyone and throws some, I’m sure, unintended shade at the visitors, pointing out that they’re fully professional while the Chorley players ‘pay a tenner each just to get a coach to away games’. These are sides just a division apart, by the way – they even played each other in the same league last season!

Cold beer in hand (in what my phone tells me is 3-degree weather), I walk through the glass doors (not literally) of the clubhouse and out into the open to take in the ground (or ‘the main pitch’, as there’s another 11-a-side pitch here, along with many other smaller ones). There’s a small, seated stand on one side of the pitch, while the rest is made up of connected terracing – although it looks impressive, I can’t help but feel a tinge of sadness that no regular team is playing here now. Taking a seat in the stand, I pass by a significant number of Newcastle supporters, two of whom are tying up a black-and-white HOWAY THE LASSES flag at the front of the stand. This got me thinking about how this is the first time on this road to Wembley that I’ve seen people at a game who are actual supporters of a club and not just a family members or friends of the players – again, this shows the huge chasm between women’s clubs, even at similar levels. Newcastle’s camera crew comes to take a position at the side of me, setting up their gear – apparently, the match is being streamed on YouTube, which is another first for me; being at a Women’s FA Cup game that’s being broadcast. Let’s hope I don’t say anything provocative and ruin their stream. No promises. Aside from the Geordies in attendance, there’s quite a good number of (what I believe) are Chorley supporters, so despite the move to Skem and the bad weather, the tie is well-attended and everyone is braced for an entertaining match.

As it turns out, it is! As you might expect, it was the professional players of Newcastle, not the coach-paying players of Chorley, that dominated the ball early on – creating two chances within the first 20 minutes that contrasted greatly. The first was shot straight at Emma Bradley in the home goal, while the other was smashed over – and out of the ground. Seriously, I wouldn’t be surprised if it had a passing car on the B5312! With both sides having home colours of black-and-white stripes (and as such, both having the nickname of ‘Magpies’), Newcastle are wearing an away strip of green with black trim. Also, just to underline their higher status, their players have their names on the back of their shirts, while Chorley do not. Speaking of whom, the ‘home’ side are doing okay so far. While not creating any clear-cut chances, they’re giving the smattering of home supporters some encouragement with some good spells of possession; slipping the ball past Newcastle with ease, just without a final pass beyond the away side’s backline.


While Chorley looked relatively comfortable after half an hour, they proceeded to start giving the ball away cheaply, unable to maintain their earlier slick play. On one such occasion, they lose possession which allows Newcastle to slip a ball down the left; it’s crossed in and a forward is on hand to sweep home from close range. The Newcastle supporters around me celebrate, but the flag is up for offside. Thanks to this moment, I’m at least aware of exactly how many away supporters are here now! They’re almost celebrating again not long later as some good play from Jasmine McQuaide sees her find space in the penalty area, she shoots across goal, the ball looks in…but it goes agonisingly wide. Newcastle are getting closer, surely it’s only a matter of time now before they take the lead?

Chorley keep battling, they’ve had a couple of counter-attacking opportunities but once again, they’re just a final pass away. To me this shows the differences between the sides – Chorley simply lack the quality to get behind a well-organised Newcastle defence. Other than that, there hasn’t been much difference between the two – Chorley have moved the ball about well at times and if Newcastle weren’t as diligent with their positioning, chances would have been created. Being a full-time side, it should be interesting to see what influence Newcastle have in the second half – as we’ve seen already, even with two amateur sides playing, fitness has been a major issue for some teams.

Just as it seems the Magpies of Chorley will be going in at half-time on level terms, the Magpies of Newcastle finally make their domination count. A long ball into the penalty area isn’t cleared, it bounces a couple of times to find itself on the edge, where Katie Barker is stood, and she proceeds to carefully sidefoot in. I say carefully because the ball was bouncing around quite elastically – maybe the bounce test was right to fail this pitch, after all?

I retire to the warmth of the function room at half-time – and with room for 140 people, there are plenty of tables to sit down at. I have a proper read of the programme/teamsheet for the first time and see – aside from the names of the away players being placed on the left-hand side of the sheet (which usually indicate the ‘home’, i.e. the most ‘prestigious’ side, the one ‘everyone has come to see’) – that Newcastle are unbeaten in all competitions this season. With 40 goals to their name and 8 clean sheets, it just goes to show what Chorley are up against here. No wonder they’ve put them on the left of the teamsheet! (Although likely an oversight by whoever designed it, I still find it irritating from a football traditionalist point of view!)

It's no surprise then that North East Magpies continue to dominate when the second half kicks off – they have a couple of chances, only for some last-ditch challenges and the ball being smashed over the bar preventing an increase in the scoreline. There’s a moment that makes everyone collectively wince, as a Newcastle player gets smashed on the head by the ball – which must sting a bit in this freezing weather. While she’s being treated, I notice that a group of non-involved Newcastle players have sat near me – I have the camera crew on one side and now a group of players on the other. I’m in the middle. The song lyrics write themselves. Continuing the injury theme of these last few matches, I see that one of the players sat to the side of me is on crutches, with her foot wrapped – I know these players are either professional or semi-professional, but it’s still impressive that they’ve travelled here to see the game when they’re not involved in the matchday squad. If there was any doubt that these girls weren’t professionals that take their jobs seriously, they’re sitting down with tubs of homemade pasta – the fuel for any serious sportsperson. I sip on my beer, which is the fuel for any serious idiot.

Thankfully, no serious injury occurs and the game restarts, coinciding with Newcastle cashing in on their constant pressure. After a cross is half-blocked, the ball loops into the air and forward Bridget Galloway is there to beat keeper Bradley to it, and bundle in from close range. There’s a touch of irony that the long-awaited second goal arrived in such a fortunate manner, considering the number of chances Newcastle have created in the second half. Nevertheless, it virtually ends any hope Chorley have of nicking something and gives the Geordies some breathing space. Not long later, they grab a third after a corner is flicked on by a Chorley defender at the near post, nobody but the far post gets a touch, and the ball goes in off the upright.

We’ve seen a distinct lack of bookings so far during this FA Cup run – this just plays into my observation that the women’s game is less physical, so you’re not likely to see as many heavy challenges – but we’ve got one here! I’m so excited! I mean, I’m disgusted. No need for this in the game. Barker goes on a mazy run, skipping past several Chorley players until she’s unceremoniously tripped 20 yards out. Sharna Wilkinson takes the free-kick, shooting directly at goal – it’s a powerful shot and while Bradley gets a big hand to it, she can’t keep the ball from going beyond her and into the net.

With the tie all but lost, Chorley have thrown off their counter-attacking style and instead decide to try and press for a consolation goal, but one such attack breaks down and is cleared to Becky Ferguson, who’s the furthest Newcastle player forward. She takes a touch around her marker on halfway and sprints towards goal – her marker tries but eventually gives up trying to catch her, and she proceeds to finish past Bradley to make it five. The ref, presumably happy he’s made use of his yellow card, blows for full-time as soon as he restarts. It was a great goal and the large gathering of Geordies lapped it up – a few more shouts of ‘g’wan lasses’ echo off the stand.


It’s a well-deserved scoreline for the away side but once again, I was left with the feeling that there wasn’t much between these sides that a level playing field wouldn’t fix. Just like how the teenage Wigan side looked comfortable last week, despite losing 4-0, there were spells in this game where Chorley looked comfortable too, as they kept the ball well. As the game wore on, they naturally conceded more chances and goals – in fact, three of the second half’s four goals came within the last 15 minutes. Considering left-of-the teamsheet Newcastle are full-time and Chorley have to essentially pay to play, the gap isn’t as big as you might expect.

Hopefully next time, Chorley will be able to host a ‘big’ side at home in this competition – not ‘home’ as in here in Skem, nor even their regular home in Coppull, I mean home as in Chorley, at Victory Park, the men’s ground. Considering the history of their women’s side and their current standing in the women’s football pyramid, more needs to be done to promote them to the town – the men’s side have been in the National League in recent years, with crowds of over a thousand watching on, so there’s definitely scope there to support a women’s fourth tier side. At the very least, their players should be on the left of their own teamsheet and should get their coach paid for by the club.

So, we’re now following Newcastle on this Women’s FA Cup road to Wembley – my travelling is starting to get serious. And winter is here, famously helpful to public transportation systems. Oh dear.

Chorley 0

Newcastle United 5
(Barker, Galloway, OG, Wilkinson, Ferguson)

Attendance: About 100

Next round: Newcastle United vs. Stoke City

Sunday, 10 September 2023

Penwortham Town Ladies vs. Wigan Athletic Ladies - 2023-24 Women's FA Cup, First Qualifying Round

Sunday 10th September 2023
First Qualifying Round
Penwortham Town vs. Wigan Athletic


Located roughly a mile-and-a-half away from the centre of Preston, Penwortham is a small town situated on the south bank of the River Ribble. Thankfully for me, it’s easily accessible by foot from Preston’s train station, with the bonus being that most of my walk will be done through the city’s fine parkland. A massive bridge runs through Avenham Park, connecting Preston with those towns and villages south of the Ribble, with yet more nature on that side surrounding today’s venue. Today’s weather is somewhat mild (coming at the end of a VERY hot week), so it feels like a somewhat idyllic start to this journey through the rounds of the Women’s FA Cup.

It’s quite apt that I’m in the Preston area today as the influence the place has had on association football cannot be underestimated. You may already be aware of Preston North End and their men’s exploits as founder members of the Football League in 1888-89, winning the first league and FA Cup double that season – but women’s football has historic roots here too. The growth of the female game in the last decade has seen a resurgence in the story of Dick, Kerr’s Ladies – a works’ side that is considered the first ‘super team’ of the women’s game.

Originally a manufacturer of locomotives and tramcars, Dick, Kerr & Co of Preston switched to making munitions during the First World War, with their factory helmed by women during this time. As the men were away, it was seen as ‘good for morale’ to allow women to participate in such a strenuous sporting activity as football, with the factory team going on to play in charity matches across the country, raising money for injured servicemen during (and after) the war. The most famous of these matches was against St Helens Ladies at Goodison Park on the 27th December 1920, attracting a crowd of over 53,000 spectators. This is a record that would remain intact for 98 years before 60,000 saw Atletico Madrid host Barcelona in 2019. Earlier in 1920, Dick, Kerr’s Ladies had the distinction of playing against the first ‘official’ national women’s team, as they hosted France in a series of matches. Despite the success and apparent positive spectacle of women playing football, barely 12 months after attracting that record crowd, the Football Association deemed football ‘unsuitable’ for women to play and banned female sides from the pitches of their member clubs.

Dick, Kerr’s struggled on, playing where they could – including going on a much-publicised tour of the United States in 1922 – before a falling out with factory management saw the club spin-off as ‘Preston Ladies’, eventually folding in 1965 (only 6 years before the FA ban was lifted). Today, they are celebrated as being pioneers of the women’s game in England and a blue plaque sits on the wall of the original Dick, Kerr & Co factory building, just outside Preston city centre on Strand Road, marking their achievements.


Have you ever seen Gorillas In The Mist? It doesn’t matter – just imagine a big, sweaty (but quite endearing) gorilla snorting and sweeping back foliage. That’s me right now; I’ve arrived at my destination, following the winding forest path that allows me a sight of Vernon-Carus Sports Club. This multi-sport facility is home to several local sports, primarily Vernon’s Cricket Club and Penwortham Town FC – with the cricket ground the centrepiece, what with its pavilion overlooking the vast greenery. There’s a cricket match going on right now – so you can imagine how awkward I feel; appearing from the tree lining, looking for a way in, as people are playing and watching the cricket. I’m nervously looking over my shoulder as I walk around the boundary fence, just in case somebody fancies hitting a sweaty gorilla with a cricket ball.

Opportunely enough, Vernon’s was recently featured on television in ‘Freddie Flintoff’s Field of Dreams’, a 3-part BBC One documentary that followed former England cricket star and local Preston lad, Andrew ‘Freddie’ Flintoff in his attempts at putting together a team of local teenagers who had never played cricket before. It highlighted the importance of community, the social impact that being part of one brings – and how clubs like this provide the means for one to be created. Aside from the cricket, the teamworking aspect of being part of a community was illustrated in the final episode as the teens bandied together to help with a refit of the clubhouse. These kinds of facilities are vital for the club and the area that surrounds it – offering a venue for people to come to, away from the pressures of home and work. I felt that this was the perfect exercise for these young people to understand the value of working together to create something for others – they saw it transform from a building site into a smart clubhouse. Naturally, I’ll be inspecting it later.

Nicknamed ‘The Pigeons’ (automatically a contender for my favourite nickname for a football club!), Penwortham Town were formed in 1977 and, typical of the community-focused approach of these clubs, their flock comprises of many teams, from the men’s and women’s firsts, right down to under-6’s and even veterans. Currently playing in the Division One North of North West Women’s Regional League, the sixth-tier side are one level above their opponents today – sharing a league with clubs such as Preston North End, Bolton Wanderers and Accrington Stanley. I think this underlines that being attached to a professional men’s club isn’t necessarily a status guarantee in the women’s game right now – the former two are long-established Football League outfits and (along with Wigan) have the all the facilities (as well as the name recognition) to quickly build a women’s football section. Yet they’re playing at the same level (or lower, in Wigan’s case) as Penwortham Town.

After a brief sit down on a bench under the pavilion to watch some of the cricket, I make my way over to the ‘main’ pitch that is hosting today’s game – and it’s just that, a pitch. Penwortham Town men play in the Lancashire Sunday League, which isn’t part of the national league system, so there are no stands, floodlights or any barriers (which are all required to be part of the English league system) – the only bit that’s ‘roped off’ is the end that sits in front of the car park. Not sure how a rope is going to stop a ball from flying into the road, but then again, I’m not a scientist. There are a couple of benches by the side of the pitch (which have already been occupied), while some intelligent people have bought deckchairs with them. The only thing around that I can use to give myself a modicum of comfort are some cricket nets – so I ended up leaning on the metal structure that frames them, safe in the knowledge that I can watch the game in relative comfort AND have some protection from the cricket match going on behind me!

The two teams emerge from the changing area, but the referee calls them back to perform a proper ‘walk out’ onto the pitch – despite us being at a field in a community sports centre, it’s still the FA Cup, so ceremonies must be observed! I just know we’re just one step away from having one of those silly plinths at the side of the pitch that the refs must walk to pick up the ball or worse – a model car delivering the ball to the centre circle. Nevertheless, it presents an opportunity for the two sides to receive a round of applause from the fifty or so people watching on, giving them a sense of occasion – no matter what happens today or how far they get in the competition, the players can at least say they have played in the FA Cup. From a field in Penwortham to Wembley Stadium, it’s all the same; each team’s performance in it will shape its story – this is why this competition, women’s or men’s, is so intriguing.


Wigan, who are wearing replicas of last season’s men’s blue-and-white halved jerseys, quickly take control and take an early lead – a defence-splitting pass sees two players run clear of the defence and the ball is hammered in. The cheer that sounds informs me that most of the crowd here are Wigan supporters – more specifically (judging by the number of Scouse accents!), parents of the players who have given their kids a lift to the ground. A benefit of there being no barrier at the side of the pitch is that as a spectator, you feel a part of the action – you’re just a couple of yards away from the touchline and you can hear every shout. Naturally, the parents here get a bit too involved and try to do the officials’ job for them – brilliantly a shout of ‘that was offside, referee’ was met with a retort of ‘you can’t be offside from a corner, mate’ by the ref when a Wigan supporter makes a claim, resulting in chuckles from everyone at the side of the pitch!

Penwortham try to put some pressure on, keeping the ball, but without creating anything to test the Wigan goalkeeper – in fact, Wigan seem quite happy to let them have the ball, instead looking to spring counter-attacks whenever they pick up on a loose pass or long ball. This tactic would work brilliantly midway through the half as the midfield pick up the ball and a single pass splits the defence, leaving a forward to cut inside from the right-hand side of the penalty area before striking home. Then a couple of minutes before half time, they add a third – a shot from the edge of the area flies into the top corner, leading the Wigan Scouse Ultras into raptures.

Some cricket lads, who have all been dismissed from the batting, have come to watch and are remarking about how good the play is – and they’re right. While the pace is a little slower than what you might see at a typical men’s non-league game, both sides are showing a great range of passes – Wigan favour the short, one-two style, whereas Penwortham like to hit it long and look for runners going beyond the forwards. The cricket lads have also picked up on the number of parents here and so have mistaken this as being ‘Wigan’s under-18s’ – saying they look ‘really good for under-18s’. I’m not sure how old they are, but they do look young which, while great to see young women playing with such quality, does suggest there’s an issue in retaining older players at this level. The challenge going forward I suppose will be trying to keep them in the game for longer, regardless of the level they end up playing at – the more depth there is at all age groups, the better.

There’s enough time left in the half for Wigan’s forward line to cause more chaos in the Penwortham defence; the three main attackers combine, one of them skips past a couple of players before unleashing a powerful shot that goes wide, and into someone’s garden. The ref blows for half-time and it must be said that it’s been really entertaining – while Wigan, with their short passing and pace on the break, look the better ‘footballing’ side here, Penwortham have worked hard to counteract them and have even looked dangerous whenever they’ve had a chance to hit a long ball into the area. However, I’m already seeing that fitness might be an issue – despite having that spell of possession earlier in the half, the hosts have spent most of their time chasing the ball. With a mountain to climb already, will this result in an avalanche heading The Pigeon Ladies’ way in the second half?

The half-time whistle hasn’t even finished sounding as I turn on my heels and make haste towards the ‘new’ clubhouse – leading a pack of spectators like the Pied Piper, I get there first to have a nosey around (as well as a pint of lager, I suppose). The recently upgraded interior is sleek and contemporary-looking; a uniform light grey with black framing the doors and windows. Although, purely for the historic ambience they evoke, I value a good old-fashioned clubhouse that has decades-old stains on the walls and floor, this upgrade offers an attractive facility to host parties and events for the local community. Instead of staying inside, I choose to take my pint outside to watch the cricket – I spy a spare bench and just sit there in the sun, supping my pint while watching the batters struggle to hit the ball beyond the fielders, trying to not swear whenever they hit a shot. It can’t get as pleasant as this.


Well, I say that – I almost spilt half of the beer down my front when I noticed the two teams taking to the field for the second half, such was my rush to get there in time. Penwortham come out fighting, putting some pressure on the Wigan backline with more long passes down the middle. Some combinations see the ball slipped through to an attacker, but the shot is beaten away by the Wigan keeper – a sign of things to come?

No, unfortunately for the home side, as Wigan score two goals in quick succession to definitely seal the game. The Penwortham defence is nowhere to be seen as a ball down the left is passed inside to the Wigan captain (you can’t miss her luminous yellow armband), who takes a touch before finishing past the keeper from close range. Just a couple of minutes later, an attack from the other side is similarly passed inside and finished from close range – again, the home defence nowhere near the attackers. The Penwortham coach tells his side to ‘wake up’, but I genuinely think they’re struggling physically here – twice again, Wigan attackers find themselves through on goal but waste their chances by shooting over. They make no mistake with their next opportunity for a sixth goal, though – this time the forward was put through by a simple pass and carried the ball as close to the keeper as she could before shooting past her and into the net. No pun intended here – considering the environment we’re present in today – but it could well be a cricket score here.

I was feeling jealous of the cricket lads earlier as they got a touch of the match ball when it was kicked out of play – I feel that by touching the ball, it somehow makes you part of the match. You’re gripping the very thing that can cause so much joy (or hurt) to so many people; every groove, imprint and speck of mud on the ball telling you the story of the game so far. Just standing there holding it, you become connected to the energy and spirit of the beautiful game. And as you’re pondering all this, your thoughts are interrupted by someone shouting at you to ‘give it back, you prick’. Anyway, I manage to get a touch of the ball here – ‘touch’ being the operative word. The ball flies out of play at pace so I stick a foot out to slow it down – I didn’t quite control it, but I got enough on it to make it stop. I still got a touch. It still counts.


The match grew even more one-sided as the half wore on – Wigan add three more as Penwortham struggled to contain them. The left-winger for Wigan has been the instigator for many of her sides’ raids – right-footed, so constantly cutting inside and running at defenders, she scores the goal of the game by running past three defenders before finishing in the corner. Number 8 arrives as another through-ball is picked up on by the left-winger and she slots confidently home – then she’s involved for the ninth as a ball in from the left is controlled and stoked into the corner by an onrushing teammate. I wish I knew these girls’ names so they get the credit – with no programme, team sheets or website to speak of, it’s very difficult.

Despite having several late chances – all of which either went wide or over – the score remained at nine as the ref blew for full-time. Wigan were relentless and deserve huge credit for the way they played – technically, tactically and physically, they were much superior and in fairness to Penwortham, it wasn’t as if they were bad, either. I bid farewell to Penwortham and Vernon-Carus Sports Club as I make my way back round to the forest path and the bright lights of Preston, keeping my eyes out for cricket balls and wondering where my journey might take me next.

Penwortham Town 0

Wigan Athletic 9

Next Round: Marine vs. Wigan Athletic