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Sunday, 14 April 2024

Manchester United Women vs. Chelsea Women - 2023-24 Women's FA Cup, Semi Final

Sunday 14th April 2024
Semi Final
Manchester United vs. Chelsea


For on the journey to Wembley, all roads have led back to Leigh – or ‘Wemberleigh’, as it will be decreed from this day forth (in case my sister is reading this, no, ‘Wemberleigh’ isn’t ‘cringe’!) After watching a first round match on a 3G pitch just outside the stadium, I’ve returned to Leigh Sports Village via the North East and now the South East with today’s fixture seeing me back for the (semi) final time. Unlike the men’s game, where semi-finals are held at neutral grounds (or Wembley, as they have been since the new one was built), semi-finals in the Women’s FA Cup are held at the venue of the first teams out of the bag. United were drawn out first – but unlucky for them, the next team drawn were league title challengers, Chelsea. Home advantage vs. arguably the best side in the WSL. Who will reach Wembley proper?

I obviously would be saying this – what with the home side playing a couple of miles from my house and thus helping me save lots and lots (and lots) of money yet again – but not playing the semi final at a neutral ground is the right choice. We’re still in the very early stages of development in women’s professional football, so the crowd numbers simply aren’t there to warrant the games being held at neutral venues right now. Hosting the semis at a participant’s ground ensures an attendance that will likely surpass the average number, considering the magnitude of the occasion. Another benefit is that it lends even more prestige to the final – one of the major criticisms of the men’s semi-finals being held at Wembley is that it takes a little gloss off the showpiece occasion. Reaching Wembley should be the pinnacle, an honour fitting for the showpiece game that the final is – I think the men’s game loses out on that a little bit. Saying that, just like they’ve done on the odd occasion for league games, I was half-expecting this game to be switched to Old Trafford to boost numbers even further. I don’t know if FA Cup rules allow for it but if they do, I suppose switching may run the risk of players struggling to express their usual game in unfamiliar surroundings. Plus, I can’t get the bus direct to Old Trafford so it’s fine by me.

There’s been much speculation and pressure placed on both managers in the run-up to this game. United’s Marc Skinner is out of contract in the summer and is apparently in discussions about a new one. However, after an inconsistent season in the WSL that has seen them drop out of Champions League contention, some supporters have put him under some ‘heavy criticism’, even going as far as chanting for his dismal at a recent training camp in Malta. In fairness to Skinner, he’s defended the supporters for doing this, indicating that ‘everyone is entitled to their opinion’. How interesting would it be if he would deliver the club’s first trophy in the shape of the FA Cup this season? They’ll have to give him a new contract, surely?

Chelsea’s Emma Hayes is definitely off at the end of the season, having agreed to take charge of the United States’ national side. With her Chelsea side still in contention for the WSL title, England’s most-decorated women’s coach is hoping to end her twelve years in charge of the club with a treble – downgraded from a quadruple a fortnight ago, after they lost in the final of the Continental Cup (the Football League Cup-equivalent). This match caused, shall we say, some ‘controversy’ in the media as after the 1-0 extra-time defeat to Arsenal, Hayes refused to shake opposition manager, Jonas Eidevall’s hand, instead pushing him away.

In the post-match interview, she cited ‘male aggression’ [on the touchline] on Eidevall’s part as the reason for her reaction. It’s since been speculated by regular watchers of the WSL that it may have been a crafty diversionary tactic on her part, something she’s not been averse to doing. Apparently, Eidevall was shouting at the fourth official over a violation of an agreement to use a ‘single ball system’. Prior to the match, Arsenal wanted to use a multi-ball system (in which balls are placed at the side of the pitch for easy grabbing – ideal if you want to get on with the game quickly), while Chelsea wanted to use a single-ball system (where it has to be fetched – ideal to waste time/take the sting out of the game). They eventually agreed on the single-ball, and in extra-time with Arsenal a goal up, the ball was kicked out and a Chelsea player grabbed another to quickly get on with the game. This is what led to Eidevall’s reaction and Hayes’ resulting fury (although I’d speculate the defeat mostly contributed to that!) As a result, the hornet’s nest of men’s role in the women’s game has been kicked over once again and internet bores have been regaling us with their opinion that the women’s game is ‘crap’ for the umpteenth time this year, citing this incident and Hayes’ ill-judged comments as proof. If it were indeed a diversionary tactic, I’d like to say (in a non-aggressive way), that it was a very poor decision by Hayes and will do nothing to help the women’s game.

With Chelsea still involved in the title race – and not to mention, being ahead of their opponents by 15 points after 17 games – it can be easy to assume that today’s tie is a foregone conclusion. Chelsea are going to win today, quite comfortably. That’s the beauty of cup football though – when it’s a game of knockout, form and perceived team quality goes out of the window; the pressure ramps up knowing that you’re just a swipe of the ball away from losing this competition. A good example of this is United’s recent tie with Southampton (which was arguably an even larger quality gap, considering Southampton play in the Championship) – after drawing level, Southampton were on top for a spell and could have notched ahead, potentially closing out the game from there. However, United managed to keep them at bay and used their quality at the other end of the field to score the late-clinching goals. Cup football emphasises that ‘professional attitude’ – this isn’t a league match where any shock defeat can be put to one side; if you’re not up for a cup tie, you could get beat and you’ll be out. United have had that attitude in the cup so far – but so have Chelsea; reaching the final of one competition and being involved in the latter stages of the other three. No matter the format, they’ve shown their quality and professionalism throughout. So, we’re in for some game today!

I’m sitting in the West Stand today for a change – this is the ‘main stand’ here at the LSV, well, it’s the one with the hospitality boxes, anyway. Sadly, I’m not sat in there, munching on some posh Marks and Spencer’s butties and crisps, I’m sat close to the corner flag instead. I’ve chosen this area to watch the match because it’s close to the supporters behind the goal who have tended to be more boisterous – but the ‘spiciness’ is happening just down the row from me, as a group of United supporters sing to the sizeable Chelsea supporter in the stand opposite to ‘go on home’, to the tune of the timeless nursery rhyme, ‘This Old Man’. Not a single swear word or accusation on the character was uttered, just a polite scolding!

I was slightly worried that tickets might be hard to obtain for the game, what with it being a semi-final and the initial phase only being open to season ticket holders and club members. Theoretically, all of Manchester United’s membership base could have got a ticket for the game – the club were even offering a £22 deal to see them play Chelsea in this match and a WSL encounter at Old Trafford next month. Thankfully for me, it didn’t sell out, so I was able to purchase with relative ease. I was both pleased and disappointed at this – although obviously pleased at being able to obtain a ticket, I would have thought a game of this magnitude, against one of the best sides in the game, might have attracted a sell-out crowd, so it was a disappointment. LSV is a tiny ground in comparison to Old Trafford and travelling to it isn’t that difficult, considering coaches are laid on from Old Trafford.  As it is, we’ve got an above-average crowd here today, which is great and all, but it’s been swelled by around a thousand Chelsea supporters too.

The teams enter the field to much whooping and hollering – the United supporters are sensing they can take advantage of a tired Chelsea today. Aside from their opponents’ busy schedule and the negative press after the Arsenal game, what’s perhaps given them confidence is that the Blues are missing key players in the shape of captain, Millie Bright and Sam Kerr – arguably the best forward player in the women’s game right now. It says a lot about the depth of quality Chelsea have, that they’re still able to field several other big-name internationals – one of whom is Lauren James, who signed for them from United almost three years ago. The supporters behind the other goal – the one with the terrace (which is actually the first time I’ve seen it open on this, my fourth-ever visit here!) – give her name a pantomime boo when it’s announced. Is there some drama here that I’m not aware of?  Are they not happy at her leaving for Chelsea? Are they simply trying to create a sense of intimidation for Chelsea’s foremost attacking talent right now? Whatever their reasoning, it’s forgotten barely a minute into the game – as their side take the lead.

From kick-off, the ball pings between the two sides, eventually landing at the feet of Mary Earps, who boots it long, out to the left. After a flick-on, Chelsea defender Eve Perisset looks like she’s going to clear, but she doesn’t get much on the ball, allowing United’s Leah Galton to race away and cross it into the penalty area where Lucia Garcia is on hand to head past Hannah Hampton and into the net. Earps goes mental, screaming her delight at us sitting near the corner flag – what a start for the underdogs! Despite the early blow, Chelsea gather themselves rather quickly and start to dictate the game, almost immediately after the restart. Moving the ball quickly, they shift it wide right towards Johanna Kaneryd – she cuts inside and shoots straight at Earps who does well to hold onto the ball. Just as it seems the away side is warming up – and their expectant supporters are banging drums and chanting – before long, the other three sides of the ground erupt once again.


There doesn’t seem to be much on as Ella Toone is shepherded out towards the left touchline – she’s barely retaining control of the ball. However, she does gain control and manages to turn away from her marker, crossing the ball with her other foot into the penalty area where Rachel Williams is rushing into this time, planting an emphatic header past Hampton for 2-nil! Against the run-of-play, but who cares? United have doubled their lead against the favourites after barely a quarter of the game has gone. I’ve no idea about Marc Skinner’s usual management style or tactics (it’s been hard to judge in the games I’ve seen so far, considering they’ve played teams they’ve been expected to beat) – although I wouldn’t be surprised if he told his side to try and hit a weakened Chelsea early on, I doubt even he would have dreamed of the start they’ve made here!

Chelsea, again, respond well – dominating the ball and patiently searching for gaps in the United defence. Aside from the early save, Earps has largely been untroubled – her defence has made several last-ditch challenges to prevent any meaningful attempt at her goal. Their commitment to sitting back to defend is appreciated by those around me, typified by an incident near me, as they roar a crunching tackle put in by Galton. No doubt due to the occasion, the United support have been very animated throughout the first half – standing in anticipation every time they play it forward. Fortunately for me, I’m of above-average height, so I can stay seated and still look over the heads of the majority of women in the crowd who stand up. After Chelsea finally do breech their side’s defence, only to see an effort deflected wide, the United supporters take the opportunity to remind the away contingent of the score and that they ‘aren’t singing anymore’. They spoke too soon.

As the half draws to a close, Chelsea create several more chances – the pick of them being a cross that was headed just over the bar, while another header was pushed wide by Earps. With just a minute of added time to go, the Blues finally make their pressure tell – and who else bags their goal, but Lauren James. Some good combination play between Niamh Charles and Erin Cuthbert sees the former run down the left side of the penalty area, get to the byline and pull the ball back to the penalty spot where James is on hand to sidefoot in. Chelsea are back in it – and there’s even time for a spot of wrestling between James and her England teammate, Hayley Turner on the goal line as the defender picked up the ball to prevent James from retrieving it – both get booked for their efforts. Naturally, James was booed when her name was announced as the scorer! It’s two-one at half-time and I must say it’s gone by in a blur – by some distance the most entertaining half of football I’ve seen in this FA Cup run. Not just in terms of the quality of the play, but everything surrounding it – the atmosphere, the commitment both teams are showing – United desperately defending, Chelsea desperately attacking, and yes, the pantomime fun between Manchester United and Lauren James too!

It’s been a great first half for United, obviously, but with their season (and his job, potentially) riding on whatever happens in the second forty-five minutes, I’d imagine Skinner needs to deliver one of his better team talks here to preserve his side’s lead. That late goal will only work to embolden Chelsea – they’ve dominated all but the first five minutes of the game, with their better chances coming within the last ten minutes, their momentum building. It’s one of football’s most well-worn cliches but it’s clear here at 2-0 was a dangerous lead – especially when you’re up against the attacking quality of Chelsea! If they went in two goals behind at half-time, it would have seen heads lowered and fingers pointed. As it is, the goal just before the break will see determination broadcast on faces and fists being pumped. On the opposite side, the United players may be worried that their hard-fought lead will be overturned quickly, adding a sense of trepidation to the dressing room atmosphere. And this is where the coaches earn their money – can Skinner inspire his side to stand strong? Can Hayes inspire her side to overrun their opponents? Can the lady at the back of the long toilet queue I just passed get to do her business in time and return to her seat for the start of the second half? It’s all to play for!


As expected, Chelsea do come out hard – conducting several raids on the United backline in the opening couple of minutes, with more blocks and last-ditch tackles preventing certain goals. Clearly, both managers have communicated their messages well. Chelsea’s best chance during all this was a headed cross that Earps had to stretch to save – I have a feeling that’s not the last time she’s going to be doing that! The key component for the away side in their attacking endeavours has been centre-forward Mayha Ramirez, who has been a handful for the home defence. Playing as a centre-forward, she’s physically much bigger than any of the United players (she’s 5ft 10, apparently), so everything is going through her, as she holds up the ball, looking to bring teammates into play. I’ve very rarely seen this amount of physicality in women’s football – these types of players are ten-a-penny in the men’s game, especially in the lower leagues – so it’s interesting to watch here.

The Blues continue to hammer at the door, with Earps making two saves in quick succession – the first being straight at her, while the other was straight out of the top drawer. Chelsea swing a cross into the penalty area, Lauren James (it had to be her!) jumps, heads towards goal and the ball looks every inch in – until Earps dives across to claw it away. What was great about this moment is that both players seemed to hang in the air for ages – James did well to get the header on target, while Earps had to adjust quickly just to be able to dive the right way; two great examples of what women’s football has to offer right there. The United support don’t waste the opportunity to let James know their delight. This drama could run and run!

Now I’m not saying Mary Earps likes to shithouse her way through games but midway through the half, she goes down with a knock (apparently); the break in play allowing her manager to regroup his players and make a change. He addresses the constant Chelsea onslaught by replacing Toone with Hayley Ladd – an attacking midfielder replaced by a more defensive one. Designed to help United retain the ball, it helps to a degree as their opponents are forced to play the ball out wide more, instead of going through the middle and Ramirez. Both sides start to make more changes as the game slides towards its final quarter – including appearances for England stalwarts Nikita Parris for United and Fran Kirby for Chelsea. Naturally, the flow of the game is interrupted which everyone in red no doubt appreciated. Mary Earps also helps in her own way – collecting a ball that went out on one side of her goal before walking behind the net with it to place on the other side. She receives a yellow card for her trouble.

United have a rare foray into the Chelsea penalty area but they can’t quite get a shot off – the ball breaks to near halfway where James picks it up. She turns but Ladd is there to put in the type of crunching challenge that I suspect she was put on the pitch for. Naturally, this moment produces many cheers on three sides of the stadium, with a supporter behind me bellowing ‘Take Lauren James off the pitch’, in another incident of polite barracking. With gaps appearing in an increasingly-desperate Chelsea team, players such as Parris and Melvine Malard (who was also subbed on earlier), are using their pace to run the ball away from Chelsea.

And United will be glad of such assets too, as eight minutes are added on at the end of the match – can their nerves hold? Funnily enough, they really should have sealed the game early on in that added time – Parris finds herself in heaps of space on the right; she bears down on goal and I don’t know if she got caught in two minds of whether to shoot or cross, but she hit the ball across goal and an onrushing Malard can’t quite reach it – Hampton getting a hand to it to deflect it away. Parris really should have just smashed it at goal instead. A deathly silence then hangs over the stadium when Ramirez lays off the ball to Aggie Beaver-Jones on the left of the penalty area – she takes a touch before firing into the side netting.

The theatre is amping up as the match reaches its conclusion – the United supporters going through a range of emotions; first, excitement and disappointment as Malard tries a speculative effort from long distance that goes a couple of yards wide and then dread, as Chelsea quickly get on with play and create a chance that’s blocked out for a corner. All the players – including the Chelsea goalie – are piled into the area as the corner-taker swings the ball in, everyone in the crowd holds their collective breath…

But they did it, they held on! United are in their second consecutive Women’s FA Cup final and the supporters jump up and down as the final whistle sounds, scarves and signs all being waved in jubilation (and possibly to rile up Lauren James, I don’t know). There’s an ironic twist to this win because not only have United beaten the side who beat them in last year’s final, this victory represents their first-ever win against Chelsea in any competition – so all things considered, this is probably the first genuine ‘upset’ I’ve seen during this run! Not many teams, bar Man City and Arsenal, have come close to competing with Chelsea in the last decade, so this result could well be a milestone in the women’s game in England.


So, there we have it. After following several teams throughout this competition, it’s Manchester United who are in the final. Just like me, they’ll be travelling from the ‘other’ Wembley here in Leigh to Wembley itself – from Wemberleigh to Wembley!

Manchester United 2
(Garcia, 1. Williams, 23)

Chelsea 1
(James, 45)

Attendance: 6,876

Next round: Manchester United vs. Tottenham Hotspur

Sunday, 14 January 2024

Manchester United Women vs. Newcastle United Women - 2023-24 Women's FA Cup, Fourth Round

Sunday 14th January 2024
Fourth Round
Manchester United vs. Newcastle United


It’s 9.30 on a Tuesday morning, I should be listening to Christmas songs on Smooth Radio while I work, but instead, I’m trying to figure out Instagram (or ‘The Gram’, as what I believe the youngsters call it?) Anyway, the draw for the fourth round of the FA Women’s Cup is being broadcast on the social media website and what with the Fourth Round being the entry point for the top-level Women’s Super League clubs, it’s an exciting occasion. Imagine my elation when the draw is made – Newcastle, the team I’m following now, only get last season’s runners-up, Manchester United away! If you don’t know already, Manchester United play at Leigh Sports Village – but the actual stadium this time! Having seen the First Round match between Wigan and Chorley here from the outside of a cage housing a 3G pitch, it’s quite the contrast.

Regardless of whenever it turns out positively for me, I love the openness of the FA Cup draw – yes, the ‘bigger’ clubs enter at different stages, but unlike other sports, the leading names aren’t protected by a ranking, meaning they can draw anyone home or away. This makes any ‘meaningful’ tie (one against a big/notable club, a local rivalry or anything else) that bit more special – the draw is random and therefore, it must be a fate that this tie has been created.  This is a plum tie for the Magpies, what with their hosts being a leading WSL side, containing several England internationals and last season’s Women’s FA Cup runners up to boot – but it’s also a plum tie for me (and my wallet) because the stadium is a mere 7 miles away from my home! Two quid on the bus. I’m feeling as smug as a peacock in full plumage, let me tell you.

Primarily home to Leigh Leopards Rugby League club, Manchester United use the stadium to host their men’s reserves (since 2014) and women’s teams, since their creation in 2018. The 12,000-capacity stadium is the centrepiece of a council scheme that saw the regeneration of the local area, with other sporting facilities – the 3Gs we’ve already experienced, an athletics track, sports centre, swimming pool – as well as retail spaces, a hotel and the Leigh campus of Wigan & Leigh College. I feel it’s become a trend to deride 21st-century development schemes as ‘pie in the sky’; poorly-thought out ideas that would never work in reality, but the LSV development has genuinely been a success in its remit to offer top-class sports, health and education facilities. It’s rather heartening then, to see a professional women’s football club and the thousands of people who come and watch them every other week continuing to add to that success.

I get to Leigh about an hour before kick-off, so to while away the time, I decide to get one of my ‘five a day’ (cider) in at The Whistling Wren, the evocatively-named pub/restaurant that sits close to the stadium. There are a lot of people in here already, so I elect to sit outside and take in the stark contrast to when I was last here, during the Euros 18 months ago. After enjoying a previous match in Group C between Portugal and Switzerland (a 2-2 draw), I was fortunate enough to grab a last-minute ticket to see the Portuguese take on Sweden on a sweltering hot day. 7,118 people came to see that final group match that day, as the Swedes ran out 5-0 winners. Pre-match, the immediate area was awash with supporters from all over the place and a real party atmosphere was being enjoyed, as the bright sunlight exquisitely mixed with the different types of people, colours and sounds that swamped the Leigh landscape. I was even wearing shorts such was the occasion – and I only do this in the gym or in Tenerife. Today, it’s not quite as warm, with the weather being something that a polar bear would wear a jacket in. But at least I have my cider to remind me of those halcyon days gone by.

The fact that it took until 2018 for a football club the size of Manchester United – arguably the biggest in the world – to establish a professional women’s team (especially considering all their rivals had already done so, and enjoyed great success), mystified many. There had been unofficial United teams in operation since the FA lifted their ban in the 1970s, but they were described as ‘supporter teams’ and initially played other unofficial teams of other clubs. As the women’s game grew and became increasingly more organised in the 1980s, ‘Manchester United Supporters Club Ladies’ emerged and were founder members of the Manchester & District League. This league would later merge with other regional leagues to become the North West Women’s Regional League (which is still in existence today, occupying the 5th and 6th tiers of the women’s football pyramid).

By the early 1990s, the club approached Manchester United for support and formal recognition – which they got; they agreed to let them use The Cliff, United’s training complex at the time, were allowed to use the name ‘Manchester United Ladies FC’ and were even advertised in the men’s matchday programme. It seemed, what with women’s football steadily growing and moving towards professionalism in the early-2000s, that Man Utd would be at the forefront – then new ownership happened. In 2005 – ironically, the year that England hosted the 2005 Women’s Euros in the North West – Manchester United scrapped their women’s side. The sweeping changes brought in as a result of the takeover by the Glazer family saw several cuts made, which included the women’s club. Instead, they decided to concentrate their resources on community coaching for school-age children – but with no organised team to play for at United, girls had to search for a senior side to continue their progress in the game. Apparently, The Manchester United Foundation (the community initiative assigned to youth coaching) would coach as many as 3,000 girls in age groups up until under-16. Naturally, competition for places within other clubs was already high – especially considering they had their own youth players to develop – so with a smaller pool of professional clubs to choose from, it’s not hard to see that a lack of a senior team at United would have been an impediment for many girls to progress further.

As women’s football continued to progress throughout the 2010s, the noise about how the biggest and most well-equipped football club in England not having a senior women’s team was deafening – by 2018, they were the only Premier League club to not have a women’s side. Perhaps finally realising that there was some long-term commercial viability in the women’s game, United announced the formation of a professional women’s club for the 2018-19 season, which was immediately parachuted into the Championship. Appointing former England captain, Casey Stoney, as head coach, United quickly recruited a strong side (which included several players who had played in their youth set-up but had to leave to pursue a career – such as Katie Zelem and Ella Toone). United won the league at a canter, earning a promotion to the WSL and have since grown steadily – last season, now under the management of Marc Skinner, they finished as runners-up to Chelsea in both the league and this very competition – a second-half goal by Sam Kerr separating the teams at Wembley last May in front of a record Women’s FA Cup attendance of 77,390. Clearly, they’re a club on the up – it’s just a shame they couldn’t have formed a decade or so before!

United have made a somewhat slow start to this season – with expectations high after the relative success of last season, Skinner has come under criticism from a section of the fanbase. The supporters’ displeasure at performances has led to cardboard ‘Skinner Out’ signs being spotted at games. Currently, United are points behind leaders Chelsea in the WSL, they didn’t get past the group stage in the League Cup, and they were knocked out of the Champions League in the second qualifying round by Paris St Germain, leaving the FA Cup as their only realistic prospect of silverware. You’d imagine Skinner, whose contract expires at the end of the season, needs to win it to stand a chance of holding back the critics and earning a new deal. In fairness, it does seem he’s been hamstrung a little; he’s had to contend with several injuries to key players and then there’s the ongoing ownership saga at Manchester United, which has undoubtedly affected their ability to recruit and retain players. Alessia Russo – starting striker for England in the World Cup – apparently had a contract offer withdrawn in the summer and so left on a free to sign for Arsenal. Recently, INEOS billionaire, Jim Radcliffe, has purchased a stake in the club and taken over the running of its football operations, with plans for the women’s side not clear as of yet.

Another key part of the United team is goalkeeper Mary Earps, who this week came to national attention once again, winning the BBC’s Sports Personality of the Year award. Voted for by viewers, it’s the second year in a row that an England Lioness has won, with Beth Mead taking the trophy home last year. This has rather, shall we say ‘upset’, some viewers who have labelled the win as a ‘box ticking exercise’ by the BBC as aside from winning the Golden Glove for best goalkeeper in the World Cup and being a key part of England reaching the final, Earps ‘hasn’t achieved anything’ of note. Personally, I think heptathlete Katarina Johnson-Thompson (who was voted third) should have won it – she did, after all, win gold in the World Athletics Championship that year. But as the award is voted on by the public, it’s only logical to assume that it’s the fact women’s football is more popular than athletics is the reason why Mary won the award. More people are aware of her and what she achieved and voted that way. Maybe critics should bear that in mind the next time they say ‘nobody watches women’s football’?

Speaking of which, over four-and-a-half thousand people have turned up to Leigh on this gloomy Sunday afternoon – a good thousand of them being from Newcastle. On my way to the stadium, I pass several coaches that have driven down from the North East – and Old Trafford. There’s no train station in Leigh, with only a guided busway offering a connection to Manchester. So, to get as many United supporters to Leigh as possible, United’s travel club lay on transport to every game at LSV. Interestingly, I think this makes for a better atmosphere – getting on board with your fellow supporters outside the ground, the coach offers an environment for people to unite in anticipation and camaraderie. A solitary car journey confines people to their own bubble, whereas the coach fosters interaction and connections; views are aired, songs are sung, hopes are declared. When you arrive at your destination, you carry all of that into your seat, as you try and affect the game with your cheers. And some coach providers allow you to take bags of cans on, which I suspect is fuelling many of the Newcastle supporters who are shouting ‘Tooooooooooon’ in the East Stand right now.

As for me, I’m sitting in West Stand and I’m cursing myself for not getting here earlier, as it’s quite packed – I usually like to sit on the end of a row for easy entry/exit so I don’t bother people. However, on this occasion, I’m having to squeeze in between two groups of people and as I turn to the only available seat, I see it has bird shit on it. Typical. Thankfully, it’s dry and as I use an old Aldi receipt to wipe my hands just in case, I’m struck by the realisation that we’re in the fourth round now, with thousands coming to games instead of hundreds. Those times when I could rock up 5 minutes before kick-off are long gone now. Aside from us in here and the Newcastle supporters opposite, there’s a decent number of home supporters behind one goal, while the other (the terracing) is closed – but there are several United flags erected there and somewhat fortuitously, the colour scheme of the LSV itself is red, white and black (which were Leigh RLFC’s traditional colour scheme, before they rebranded to ‘Leopards’ last year). It’s easy to imagine that all this works to provide a ‘home feeling’ for United’s supporters and players, which can only help the atmosphere, driving the team forward – many women’s football clubs don’t have a specific home to call their own – one that they’re able to deck out in their colours – so any perceived ‘home advantage’ will be minimal. Here, everything is in place for them – even the colour scheme.

United have named a strong side for the visit of third-tier Newcastle, which I wasn’t expecting, as England players Ella Toone and BBC Sports Personality of the Year 2023, Mary Earps, start. However, they’ve just returned from a mid-season training camp in Malta, with their last competitive game being a month ago, so it makes sense that they’ll want to brush off the cobwebs by naming their regular players in today’s team. Earps is definitely winning the battle for popularity amongst the supporters here too – I know this because there’s a plethora of cardboard signs telling me so. This is a unique phenomenon in the women’s game – the only time I’ve seen signs at a men’s game, it’s usually a bedsheet asking for a manager’s head or of late, requesting a player’s shirt. This has received criticism from the football community, citing ‘fan entitlement’ which has ‘gone out of control’ – and with the women’s game offering easier interactions, it’s been an issue that has reportedly made some players uncomfortable. In fairness, I don’t see any shirt request signs here today – they’re just saying how great Mary is. They’ve used glitter pens and everything, it’s quite impressive.

What isn’t impressive, at least in my opinion, is Manchester United’s mascot, Fred The Red. The anthropomorphic representation of a devil looks like a cartoon character from the 90s, all garish and shiny, complete with a nose and stupid grin on his face. Here he is now, waving to us and slapping his badge to chants of 'Fred The Red' from supporters. I feel sick. He’s wearing number 55 and as I’m Googling why that’s the case, I instead come across an article that says he’s the highest-paid mascot in the Premier League. Allegedly, he gets £70,000-a-year – that can’t be right, surely? Seventy. Thousand. Pounds. Even half that is a fantastic wage to wear a foam head, wave at people and just generally piss about at events. If anyone at United is reading this – I know times have been hard with the billion-pound investment and everything – but I’m willing to help out and do it for just £30k. Meal and travel allowance on top. As for why he wears 55? No idea – even some of the United supporters don’t know. Dan Brown should write a book on it – he likes that mystery numbers coupled with religious iconography and stuff.

Thankfully, the game soon kicks off and Fred goes off to spend his wages on some champagne or After Eights or something, and his WSL team naturally dominate the ball. A few early shots are either deflected wide or skied over the bar from distance as the players work to find their range – already, it seems it could be a long day for Newcastle here. Rather aptly, just as I noted that down, Newcastle come into the game and start to keep the ball and the United defence work. On two occasions, they get close to the penalty area but it’s just that final ball that’s lacking – one was hit too hard and ran out of play, the other wasn’t hit hard enough and was easily intercepted. It’s just a warning for the Reds – as they spend most of their time ripping apart sides in the third tier, Newcastle are very practised in creating chances out of nothing.


Just to endorse what I’ve just said – United nearly take the lead as a shot from just inside the area is tipped onto the bar by Grace Donnelly, then her team collect the ball, go up the other end and just as it seemed they’re bearing down on Earps, United make a last-ditch tackle. It’s exciting end-to-end stuff at the moment and the supporters are slightly uncomfortable – but they do make me laugh, as the way they’re supporting the team is slightly different from what I’m used to. As an example – instead of going absolutely mental over a free-kick and swearing their heads off in front of children, a poorly-taken free-kick is met with some ‘polite criticism’ which went along the lines of ‘Is this the men’s team?’. I can only imagine the amount of salt that would be cried by a social media critic of the women’s game if they heard that. Fair play, that’s good banter!

Newcastle’s resistance lasts for 28 minutes – Lucia Garcia outmuscles her marker on the left, cuts the ball inside towards Nikita Parris; it’s blocked but finds its way to the edge of the penalty area where Toone takes a touch to get away from a defender before shooting and looping the ball over Donnelly and into the middle of the goal. Toone scores against the Toon! United continue to pressure after the restart – they’ve been tested in the last 15 minutes, with Newcastle constantly hitting them on the break but they’re composed now and are keeping the ball again. Toone is involved in the second goal 10 minutes later – from the left touchline, she crosses high, and Parris finds the space amongst a crowd of defenders to head home. The supporters around me think their side have a third in first-half injury time as another long ball into the box is headed in by Parris – but it’s ruled that she came back from an offside position. United are in complete control at half-time, despite having to withstand a spell where Newcastle looked threatening – it just goes to score the importance of making pressure count.

I go down into the stand during the break to try and find a programme seller, as I didn’t see one on the way in – and I’ve got no chance. The queue for food is snaking around the concourse, as is the one for the women’s toilets. This is something that never fails to me chuckle – it’s tough on the women and girls who need the toilet, obviously, but it’s a clear sign of the popularity of women’s football amongst a group of people who have been classically stereotyped as ‘not liking football’. Unfortunately, beyond requisitioning one of the men’s loos, there’s not much that can be done to remedy this issue in multi-purpose stadiums such as this. Maybe have gender-natural versions and assign them depending on the types of crowds that are expected? Naturally, I’ve got plenty of time to ponder all this as I saunter into the near-deserted men’s and take my sweet time, warming my cold hands under the dryer for good measure. I could get used to this luxury, it’s an amazing feeling.

Any hopes Newcastle had of holding off their hosts and get a foothold in the mountain they had to climb were ended just 10 minutes into the second half, as United get a fortunate goal to make it three. Centre-back, Maya Le Tisser, finds herself out on the right wing; she mishits a cross, the ball loops towards goal where Donnelly can only palm it out to Garcia who proceeds to play it across the 6-yard box to Parris and she bundles home. It’s a scruffy goal but those around me obviously don’t care as they sing ‘We’re going to Wembley’.

Feeling the match is done with, Skinner makes FOUR subs on 65 minutes, giving a rest to some of the regular starters and bringing on those who need some game time. One of the players who was replaced was the industrious Garcia and there was a nice moment as she walked around the pitch, giving high-5s to several kids who had lined up by the advertising hoardings. Again, summing up the family feeling this fixture helps – although I suspect it helps being 3-nil up too. One of the sub introductions for United was Rachel Williams, who I learn later is a plasterer by trade – celebrating her 36th birthday last week, she started her career at a time when there was little money women’s football, which shows just how quickly it’s grown to become fully professional. The former England international is quickly involved in the action as she hits a shot that canons off the bar – it falls back to her, and she proceeded to lift the ball over Donnelly to make it four. Dare I say great finish by the plasterer?


With only a couple of minutes left, the away support – who have been constantly singing throughout the game – make one last sign of appreciation of their side’s efforts; ‘Stand up
if you love the Toon’ and waving their black-and-white scarves around. It looks great – it should be interesting to see what crowds they attract in the second tier if/when they get there. Their support during this run – the group of people that came to Skem, the crowd at Gateshead and the horde here at Leigh have been in great voice, constantly getting behind their girls. With the backing Newcastle United have, I would imagine more success is on the way for their new Women’s team. Although, I’m not sure why they’re standing up and saying they love the opposition number 7, Ella, though? Great player and all but she’s cost you a place in the next round.

As the added time of five minutes is announced, the United support chant 'We want five' and low-and-behold, they get their wish just a minute later. A corner is swung in and forward, Melvine Malard powerfully heads home. It finishes as an empathic win for United – Newcastle did struggle to keep up for large periods of the second half as their hosts passed around them, highlighting the gap between the divisions. In fairness, as one of the best sides in the WSL, United regularly score loads anyway, so perhaps the gap between Newcastle right now and the rest of the WSL isn’t that large? It’s nevertheless something to build on for the National League side as they look to getting into the Women's Championship. As for United, considering they were finalists last year and are still ranked in the upper region of the WSL table, so I’m already wondering if I'll be following them to Wembley? Let’s see what the draw brings – Leigh again? Can I be that lucky?

Manchester United 5
(Toone, 28. Parris, 37, 55. Williams, 71. Malard, 90)

Newcastle United 0

Attendance: 4,731

Next round: Southampton vs. Manchester United

Sunday, 19 November 2023

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

Sunday 19th November 2023
First Round
Wigan Athletic vs. Chorley


My wish for a home draw for a historic First Round tie for Wigan is granted and what’s more, they’ve drawn fourth tier Chorley – the Women’s National League Division One North side are located just 8 miles away, so I’m expectant of a sizeable crowd for the match. Scheduled to take place at Ashton Athletic of the North West Counties League Division One North (situated in men’s tenth tier), the tie was postponed on the day of the game due to a waterlogged pitch. With more heavy rain expected, the club took no chances and instead, arrange for the fixture a week later to take place on a 3G pitch at Leigh Sports Village.

There’s been a little bit of press attention for this match – but not from the outlets I expected. After the win at Harrogate in the last round, I eagerly watched the (official) Wigan Athletic Twitter feed, waiting for a post congratulating the team on their achievement – perhaps it could work to inspire people to go and check out the next round? But there was nothing. I’m not saying they should be taking control of the club or even slipping them a couple of quid (it’s been especially difficult for the club financially in recent years, so that’s completely understandable), but a short piece on the website, a social media post, anything that wouldn’t take up too many resources and yet pay tribute to its representative women’s team for their achievements would be great.

Prior to the original date this fixture was due to take place, I e-mailed the local paper with a short article on the Harrogate win. The paper (or website, as it is these days) usually publishes views from Wigan Athletic supporters each week, so I assumed a piece on the burgeoning women’s team would be an interesting read. Again, nothing. Not published, no e-mail acknowledgement, nothing. There was, however, a very good piece in the Liverpool Echo – knowing how many scousers there are in the Wigan team, I’m guessing that one of the parents was somehow involved in it getting published. In fact, the only Wigan-related media to mention it was a supporter podcast (shoutout to Progress With Unity) – but it’s peculiar that the local press are either not aware or just not interested in publishing news that local football supporters might be interested in.

I can’t feel anything but disappointment, to be honest. Here, we have a young team who have been sweeping all before them in the league and cup, reaching the First Round for the first time and it didn’t even warrant a mention in any publication in Wigan. I understand that they aren’t ‘officially’ part of Wigan Athletic, they’re just allowed to use the name, but would it have been too much bother to make a single post on social media to say congratulations and inform supporters of their existence? What’s the point of them being allowed to use the Wigan Athletic name if Wigan Athletic don’t even acknowledge them? With women’s football in England receiving more attention than ever in recent years, it just feels like a missed opportunity for all involved – the women’s team to get some much-deserved exposure and support, and the football club to inform everyone that their commitment to equality goes beyond the rhetoric on social media and in the matchday programme.

Thanks to the Liverpool Echo, a few gaps in my Wigan Athletic Ladies’ knowledge is filled in – with the backgrounds of the players and the objectives of the club being the focus. After a difficult period, last season’s first team was disbanded and instead of trying to recruit senior players, chairman, Kevin Spencer and manager, Chris Knights, decided to promote their youth players instead. Many of these were released by the academies of professional clubs, with Spencer explaining in the article that the club will effectively act as a ‘way back’ into the pro ranks for these players.

From what I’ve learned about women’s football in recent months, there doesn’t seem to be a huge gap between the lower divisions – we’re still very early in the development of the women’s pyramid, so the standard of teams will vary wildly across the divisions, probably up to as far as the third tier when semi-professional sides and full links with men’s sides come into play. The chairman believes the club can be the ‘missing link’ between grassroots and the top tiers of the game – attracting released players from professional clubs in the North West. If they can build a great reputation doing this, then future recruitment will be made much easier – it’s a strategy that has worked wonders so far, and I’m very excited to see how the club and its players will develop in the next few years.

Official programme, Wigan Athletic Ladies vs. Chorley Women, FA Women's Cup First Round, 19th November 2023

Regular women’s football watchers may recognise
Leigh Sports Village as being the home of Manchester United Women. Built between 2007-2008, the £83m complex is home to several sports, retail and housing developments, with the 12,165-capacity stadium being the centrepiece. However, today’s match will be taking place on a 3G pitch – of which there are bloody many. As I’m walking up one of the streets at the back end of the village, I’m wondering about which of the pitches I need to be at. I can hear the thudding of balls, the clattering of the cages and the utterings of industrial language (‘for fucks’ sake!’, ‘shit!’, ‘what was that, prick?’) – women’s football is certainly catching up alright. Only joking; there’s a couple of pitches being used by over-enthusiastic lads playing scratch games but thankfully, I quickly spot the Wigan Athletic training tops and head towards there.

The caged pitches are neatly arranged in two rows, with a path in between them for ease of access. At the entrance to this, there’s a small hut with a poster attached to it, detailing today’s match and the entrance prices. I hand over my two quid and the home club official looks genuinely surprised to see me – obviously, I’m one of very few non-player-relations here and he greets me with ‘Are you supporting Wigan’? ‘Er – yes’, I reply – I suppose I am, but technically speaking, I’m a neutral for the purposes of this blog – which you already know, as I’ve done such a GREAT job at hiding my allegiances so far. I get handed a programme – a folded A4 – and sent off with a cheery ‘nice one, lad!’. Once again, I feel a sense of regret that more hasn’t been made out of this tie in the local press – these girls deserve more support, and I’m left wondering if more people would have gone to see them at Ashton Athletic if the weather hadn’t intervened?

Saying that, it’s a good job the game was moved to a 3G pitch for today because it’s been raining all day. While it’s certainly a great training facility here, it’s not suitable for spectators – there’s no covered standing and there’s netting all around the pitch, obstructing the view. I do stand next to a friendly dog, so it could be worse. The pitch where we’re at is located at the far end of the 3G gauntlet and instead of another pitch lying opposite, there’s a bar and restaurant that’s attached to the changing rooms. Even I can’t stomach a cold beer in cold and wet weather (at least not yet – there’s a queue), so I occupy myself with the folded A4 programme I was given at the gate. With the insides containing a short welcome note and the squad lists, the back page has a nice message, dedicating the win at Harrogate to club founder, Flo Mather, who retired 18 months ago. I learned from this that the club was created in 1999 – coincidentally, the year Wigan Athletic moved to the now-named DW Stadium.

Kick-off today was supposed to be at a bizarre time of 15:45 but it’s delayed by fifteen minutes, with the rumour going around the gathering crowd that the referee is late. With the teams warming up, waiting for the ref, some Chorley supporters make themselves known – and they have a drum with them. Unless they intend to play ‘In The Air Tonight’ on it, I’m not sure I can bear listening to it, on top of the rain, cold and lack of drink. Thankfully, they produce a couple of half-hearted beats which is met by the giggling parents around me with ‘Wigan!’, and they soon give up. Still, I suppose you can say this represented my first experience of chanting and supporter clashes of this FA Cup run so far!


When the game does finally start, Chorley immediately take control, looking much tidier on the ball – all their passes finding a teammate, whereas Wigan can’t keep hold of it for long when they do gain possession. After ten minutes, Chorley finally make a breakthrough – the ball is played to a forward with her back to goal, she finds enough space and turns to shoot past the goalkeeper. The first time Wigan have been behind in this competition this season – how will they respond?

Quite well, actually. The goal seems to wake them up a bit and they start to string together more passes, but it’s the aggression they’re showing in midfield, against more experienced players, that’s impressive. One such occasion saw a Wigan forward win the ball on halfway, skip past three defenders but as she approached the last, the ball got stuck under her foot and was cleared. The parents around me ‘oooh’ and ‘aaah’ (the dog next to me just seemed non-plussed, probably wanting a biscuit), sensing that it was one of very few chances their girls might get to score today.

This is the difference I’m talking about– the higher-ranked and more experienced side just use the ball better. I don’t think there’s much difference between the abilities of these players, Chorley just have a heightened tactical awareness that sees them use the ball more effectively. Whether in defence or attack, their experience gives them the ability to sufficiently organise themselves – which allows them to play easy passes, whereas Wigan have to rely on individual players to create chances. All this is exemplified not long later when a simple pass splits the Wigan backline and a defender goes to ground to prevent the attack from getting a shot off – it’s a foul, apparently, penalty. I say ‘apparently’ because it did look harsh – she seemed to have got the ball, but then again, I’m stood further away, watching from the outside of a cage. And you know what they say – you give the ref a decision to make if you go to ground in the penalty area. The penalty is comfortably tucked away, and the young Wigan team have a mountain to climb.

That mountain becomes Everest-sized midway through the half as Chorley make it three – and it’s a well-worked goal. Some neat play down the left sees an attacker scampering towards the penalty area and as soon as crosses the 18-yard line, she shoots, the keeper makes a good save, but an on-coming attacker is there to smash in the rebound. It’s a tad harsh on Wigan who go on and dictate the play themselves for the rest of the half – Chorley comfortable enough to let them have the ball, restricting their hosts to some long-range efforts.

Despite the current scoreline and the freezing conditions, the parents – and the rest of the assembled crowd – are having a good time. The Chorley drum isn’t sounding, but amongst the shouts of support for the girls, animated chatter and laughter dominating the soundscape – I suspect people are being giddy just to keep warm! One chap next to me gets in a round of hot chocolates for his group and they all stand there, unknowingly taunting me as the aroma wafts under my increasingly-wet nose. Something else me and the dog have in common.

The cheerful atmosphere is replaced by one of concern just before half-time, however. Wigan play a ball through and as an attacker challenges the on-rushing goalkeeper, she goes down and there’s a brief pile-on as a couple of defenders get back to help. The referee immediately shouts at everyone to ‘move away’ as it’s clear the Wigan player – who I learn later is Grace Carr – is in some distress. While the physios are tending to her, the consensus around me is that she’s ‘broken her leg’ – not dure how they can tell from here, but again, I’m not a scientist. The referee decides to blow for half-time so she can continue to get treatment and wait on the pitch for the ambulance. I’m immediately reminded of the incident at Marine when the game was ended close to full-time when one of their players went down and broke (or fractured) her arm. When all you watch is professional football, what with games having ambulance crews on hand, it’s easy to take them for granted. We hear that there will be a 45-minute delay, so all that can be done is for club staff to make Grace feel comfortable and cover her in blankets, while the players either stay in the changing rooms or sit in the bar. I notice many of the Chorley players are in the bar, so hopefully they’ll all have a couple of pints each before the start of the second half.


With the players and supporters packing out the bar area, there’s not much indoor space for me to warm up in. Looking through a window, I see that the restaurant seems to be hosting a family party of some kind, and there’s a buffet staring at me, suggestively. Butties, quiche and chocolate cake tipping me the wink, making my empty stomach dance. Maybe I can borrow my doggy friend to cause a distraction? I somehow manage to prise myself away from the potential heist and find some cover from the rain close to the changing room, but I just can’t get the idea of rifling through the buffet out of my head. I occupy myself looking through another window and see some signage and even a couple of trophies that tell me these facilities must be used by Leigh East Rugby League club, so I can only assume this particular 3G must be their home pitch. Suddenly the rugby posts, that sit behind roll-on football goals here, make sense! Still, I’m intrigued how they manage to get crowds here, and after some research, it looks like they take down the fences on this side of the pitch to allow spectators to have a better view. It’s a shame that this game had to be arranged at such short notice and thus not set up for spectating, as it’s been a struggle to connect with the action at times.

As I was looking this information up, I’m stood close to the entrance of the changing rooms, and I overheard the ref tell spectators that it would be ‘up to the girls’ whether the game would continue. When the ambulance arrives and tends to Grace, lifting her in a wheelchair, all the Wigan team come out to see her off – we’re continuing as the Chorley team come out and warm up not long later. Best wishes to her on her recovery (hopefully I’ve got your name right and not confused you with the other Grace!)

The second half gets back underway after a delay of an hour and I’m wondering how Wigan will react, considering the momentum they had been building up and the effects of the incident, of course. They react well, as it happens – just a minute into the half, they have a shot from distance that the Chorley keeper does well to palm wide. They continue to dominate the ball and be aggressive in midfield, maybe this tie isn’t over?

In fairness to Chorley, they manage the game well – again, a clear indicator of their experience at playing at a higher level. Wigan just can’t get beyond their backline – some well-timed tackles on winger, Casey Green, preventing any meaningful penalty area action for Wigan. It’s actually Chorley who get the next goal – again, some simple passing sees an attacker in space and she half-volleys into the corner from inside the area. Totally against the run of play, but that’s what good sides do – finding a goal despite being up against it.

It stays nil-four as the ref blows the whistle on this marathon fixture, bringing the curtain down on Wigan’s historic run in this competition. It’s been a great journey, and they can feel very proud of their achievements – for such a young team, they play some exciting football and have competed well today against a side three divisions higher than them. Hopefully – if any of them aren’t snapped up by clubs at a higher level – the players can stick together, develop even further and rise through the divisions. And hopefully, they’ll be officially recognised by Wigan Athletic at some point!

So, four matches gone and we’re changing our ‘allegiances’ for the first time – we’re now following Chorley on the road to Wembley, so let’s see where we’re going next!

Wigan Athletic 0

Chorley 4

Attendance: About 50, and 1 dog

Next round:Chorley vs. Newcastle United

Sunday, 17 July 2022

Sweden vs. Portugal - Women's Euros 2022

The 2022 Women’s European Championships have been rattling along nicely – attendance records have been tumbling as more people become enraptured by the entertaining tournament football on display. I was so enthralled by my last game at Leigh Sports Village that I’ve spent the week watching the ticket resales like a hawk – as soon as some were released for the final round of Group C games, I swooped in and nabbed one for the Sweden vs. Portugal match.


In addition to this game today, I’ve got a ticket to see Italy and Belgium at the Manchester City Academy Stadium tomorrow – well, that’s the plan anyway. The heatwave that has been battering the country all week has kept on going, getting so bad that train lines have been overheating and as a result, the majority of local train services have been cancelled. I’ve got no other reasonable method of getting to Manchester tomorrow other than the train, so if I do end up missing that match (it only cost me a tenner), at least I’ve got this one to watch!

Leigh played host to the Netherlands-Portugal game in the week, with the Dutch – defending Euros champions – running out 3-2 winners in front of a crowd of 7,000 (pretty much a capacity, considering the restrictions in place). While editing this post a few days after the game, I happened upon a BBC article on the game which showcased Leigh as hosts – Dutch FA press officer, Daan Schippers commenting that “I have to be honest and say I had really heard of Leigh before Euro 2022. I know about Wigan next door because they used to have some good Dutch players in the Premier League, but Leigh? Not so much.” Nevertheless, Dutch supporters (and Portugal’s, Sweden’s and Switzerland’s) have taken to the streets of Leigh and partied hard, no doubt helping to swell the coffers of local traders. This for me is another positive of hosting matches in smaller stadiums in locations like this – when else would they get the chance?

On arrival at the Sports Village, I headed straight into the Whistling Wren pub for some refuelling – no messing about. The interior is pretty much deserted because everyone is outside, many of them lying down on the grass to catch the sun or cool down. I get a pint of chilly cider and go and stand outside – just to make it clear how warm it is, I’m wearing shorts for the first time this year – so you know it’s pretty serious. Despite the hot and sticky weather, it’s not prevented the many Swedes here from singing and dancing – I don’t know how they do it. As for their side, the permutations are simple – if they avoid defeat, they’re through. As for the Portuguese, the defeat to the Netherlands means that they have to win today and hope the Dutch avoid losing to Switzerland.

The late booking has gotten me a front-row seat – I’m sat on row A of the South Stand, which Is situated behind the goal. In front is the empty terrace, but I can’t see much of it because some photographers are sitting in the way! All of a sudden I understand why these tickets were released late – clearly, they wait to see how many they sell in total before issuing these ‘obstructed view’ tickets! Nevertheless, I enjoy the irony of taking a photo of the photographers and appreciate being so close to the action – I feel like I’m more a part of the action by being at pitch level. I can see what’s in the physio’s bag and everything!

The first twenty minutes are pretty even, not much in the way of clear-cut chances – then everything goes mental. For whatever reason (presumably because they’ve conceded six goals in two games) Portugal have replaced Ines Pereira – who I thought was excellent when I last saw her against Switzerland, despite her wearing tights in 25+ degree weather – with Patrica Morias. Her first meaningful contribution sees her punch away a corner kick – but it drops to the edge of the area where Filippa Angeldahl is stood and she sidefoots the ball in. I’m sat right near this and get a great view – and the players come over and start celebrating.

A couple of minutes later, the referee calls for a water break and the PA takes it upon themselves to play some upbeat, rave-style music. The women in the crowd seem to love it, booging along. The men, less so. ‘Ashen-faced’ is the best word to describe the reactions to what I’m seeing as I look around right now. Sweden think they’ve got a second goal just a few minutes before half-time as a ball is slipped through the defence and an attack slides past Morias – but she’s flagged offside. It takes some time for the Sweden supporters to realise – the game restarts and some are still celebrating! However, they’re able to resume their revelries not long later as a free-kick from out wide is played to the edge of the area and once again, Angeldahl (what a delightful name, by the way!) smashes the ball in. Portugal were too slow to react to the obvious set piece routine – not a single player anywhere near the edge of the area. I did some Googling after the match and learned that ‘Dahl’ – which seems to be a common name in Sweden – means ‘valley’. So ‘Angel Valley’ has just bagged her second goal. How lovely!

Seven minutes have been added on at the end of the half due to Portugal’s Catarina Amado picking up an injury, from which she went off – and Sweden take full advantage of the extra time. Once again, Portugal are all over the place at the back – a mix-up sees an attack bare down on goal, but Morias does well to close down and get her body behind the resulting shot to deflect it out for a corner. It’s going to be the last action of the half and as the ball is swung in towards an attacker, defending centre-back Carole Costa gets her head to it but instead of getting enough contact on it to send it forward, it loops off her head, behind her and into the corner. 3-nil at half-time, all goals coming from a set-piece – all avoidable. They’ve fought back from being 2 down in each of the previous two games (although the Netherlands ended up scoring a winning third goal last time) and now they’ve got 3 goals to claw back – they must be simultaneously both the best and worst team at this tournament for entertainment?

Funnily enough, they do come out for the second half lively enough, with several raids down the Sweden end, without creating much in the way of clear-cut chances. I think we’re seeing the differences on display right there – both sides are equally good at playing in a ‘technical’ sense (i.e., they can do the basics right, kicking the ball about and such), but Sweeden are just tactically better; they can organise themselves better, defending their own area and using the time they have with the ball more effectively.

Sadly, we aren’t in for another epic Portuguese comeback for the third game in a row as the Swedes soon wrap up the win from the penalty spot. An intended chip into the area is adjudged to have hit a defender’s hand and the ref immediately gives the pen. Kosovare Asllani steps up to take it – the former Manchester City attacking midfielder strikes it well enough, just beyond the outstretched hand of Morias and into the corner. There may not be any supporters on that terrace behind the goal to celebrate with, but the throng of yellow in the West Stand more than make up for that – the noise they make as the fourth goal sealed their passage into the knockout stages washed over the stadium. They’ve created a great atmosphere throughout the game, especially with this unique clapping tune – it’s sort of like the Icelandic ‘Thunderclap’ that was prevalent during the men’s Euros of 2016 and has since been copied (dreadfully) by many others.


This is another thing I enjoy about these tournament games – the opportunity to see how unique different sets of supporters are. Having travelled around the country to see football at every ground in the 92, the atmospheres (bar a few) are the same – they sing the same songs, wear the same clothes (looking at you, Stone Island Boys) and people just generally have the same banter. It just isn’t interesting – it feels like crowds ‘go through the motions’, which I think often transmits down to the pitch. Tournament football is different; people here are representing their country in a sense, so they go the extra mile to transmit that. While supporters of both sides here are dotted around the three stands, it's in the West (Portugal) and East (Sweden) where both groups have been concentrated. Portugal have been constantly waving their flags and banging drums, whereas Sweden are dancing around, wearing their bright yellow shirts and chanting. It's nice and good-natured too (thanks to the language barrier, no doubt!), which makes a nice change!

Sweden think they’ve got a fifth when Portugal yet again do not deal with a set piece, and the ball is eventually squeezed in. However, the V.A.R has seen something and after a long wait, the ref cancels the goal, much to the chagrin of the supporters who had once again, expended some energy in jumping around! Portugal do create a couple of opportunities late on – but they either go wide and over, not even close to troubling the Swedish goalkeeper. In fact, people in the crowd are more in danger.


As soon as the PA announced that four minutes of added time, Sweden do get their fifth – and it’s NOT from a set piece! Some quick passing see Stina Blackstenius played into space on the edge of the area, and after taking a touch she hits a looping shot into the top corner – no chance for Morias. It’s a great finish and tops off a strong performance from the Swedes – while they’ve been the beneficiaries of some weak defending at set pieces, they’ve controlled the game and haven’t given the Portuguese any real sniff of a clear-cut chance. Saying that, there’s a Portuguese supporter behind me who screams her head off late in added time as she believes one of her players is bundled over inside the area. Definitely not a foul – the Swedish player was just too strong – but even at 5-nil down, it was good to see such passion from a supporter, I suppose! (I’ve no idea what she said, mind – it was all in Portuguese!)

It finishes 5-0 to Sweden and they along with the Netherlands (who ended up beating Switzerland 4-1 at the same time this match was being played) will go through to the quarter-finals. It’s been another great watch here in Leigh once again – not as competitive as the previous game, but it at least had a near-capacity crowd that created a nice occasion on this extremely hot day. Although this was Portugal’s third straight game here, so I’m not sure how they feel about it!

Sweden 5
(Angeldahl, 21, 45. C. Costa (OG), 45. Asllani, 54. Blackstenius, 90)

Portugal 0

Attendance: 7,118

Saturday, 9 July 2022

Portugal vs. Switzerland - Women's Euros 2022

It’s hot today – and it’s not just the weather. The political contentions have been continuing all week over Leigh Sports Village being designated as ‘Wigan & Leigh’ rather than just ‘Leigh’ – culminating in the UEFA Twitter accounting posting a tournament promotional video of all host cities that contained locations in Wigan! The people of Leigh aren’t best pleased, Wiganers like me are smirking – but nevertheless, I’m at Leigh Sports Village today, in the Metropolitan Borough of Wigan, to see the opening game of Group C in the Women’s European Championships of 2022 – Portugal vs. Switzerland.

The choice of Leigh as a ‘host city’ was seen as an odd one by some – it’s a town that’s severely underserved by public transport – it doesn’t have a train station or tram stop, despite it having a population of more than 40,000. However, the stadium – which, aside from Leigh rugby league, is also home to Manchester United Women – is well-connected by road, lying right next to the A579. Clearly, it’s the stadium’s experience of hosting women’s football that has got it the gig – with a capacity of 12,000 (which is going to be reduced, due to the terracing behind one of the goals not able to be used in the UEFA tournaments), it lessens the chances of there being large swathes of empty seats and dead atmospheres.

This same line of thinking has seen Brentford’s new stadium (capacity of 17,250 all-seated) and Manchester City’s Academy Stadium (4000 seats) being chosen as Euro 2022 hosts too. Again, people have criticised these choices, but they strike me as being intelligent picks – women’s football just isn’t at the level where it’s able to attract the kinds of crowds that warrant larger stadiums yet. With these choices, there’s more chance that the games will be sold out, helping to boost the atmosphere and make the women’s game look like the growing ‘product’ that it is. As much as I would love to see these games held at the DW Stadium (for example), it’s more than double the capacity of the stadium in Leigh, so makes no sense to host it there – aside from a larger number of empty seats, it would cost more to hire (and the roads are notoriously horrendous, believe me!) So, I’m content with these matches being held in Leigh and my town being credited as ‘hosts’ despite not being hosts!

Saying all that, I still didn’t expect a match between Portugal and Switzerland in Leigh to be heavily attended, so imagine my surprise when I rocked up to the stadium’s East Stand 15 minutes before kick-off and saw queues formed at every turnstile! The closing of the terrace has wiped around 3000 off the capacity, so we’re playing with around 9,000 seats here – probably less, what with other UEFA regulations demanding more space to be made available, and it seems we’re at least two-thirds full here today. Not bad, for a town with little public transport options. Manchester United usually lay on shuttle buses from Old Trafford to the LSV and tournament organisers have done the same for today, from the centre of Manchester. Despite its size, the queue is going down smoothly enough – the electronic tickets delivered via the UEFA app doing their job seamlessly. Once inside, I’m immediately met with a wall of red-and-green, and girl – there seems to be plenty of Portugal supporters here, resplendent in shirts and carrying flags, chattering excitingly. Once into the stand, there’s even more of them – singing and banging drums. It’s a great atmosphere already, and the game’s not even started!


Portugal aren’t supposed to be here, really – they lost to Russia in the qualifying play-offs. However, following Russia’s banning from pretty much all sporting competitions due to their country’s invasion of Ukraine, the Portuguese were given their place – with only two months to prepare. Eight weeks might sound like more than enough time, but when you’ve got players and staff littered all over Europe with pre-booked holidays and other summer activities planned, it must have been hectic to get everything in place in time. At least the weather is something akin to what they’ll be used to – I’m sat just a few rows up from the pitch, and it feels very humid. I’ve not even brought a jacket, which just proves how hot it is!

After the teams come out and anthems are played, the Swiss take just two minutes to cut through the Portugal defence. There aren’t as many visible Swiss supporters near me, but I do notice them dotted around the ground when midfielder Coumba Sow shoots from 25 yards; the ball nestling beautifully into the bottom corner of the net. It was a great finish – and it got even better for them, just a couple of minutes later when defender Rahel Kiwic headed in from a free-kick. Portugal are all over the place – perhaps they haven’t done all the prep they needed in time? Portugal goalkeeper, Ines Pereira, is wearing tights as well, which is doing my head in. It’s nearly 30 degrees out there!


Although the Portuguese do start to get to grips with the game from then on, the Swiss still look much better – zipping the ball about with ease, making their opponents chase it in the hot Leigh sun. What a mad sentence to write – I still can’t get over this international fixture taking place in Leigh! Half-time comes and goes, with me just about nipping into the refreshment queue and back to my seat with a bottle of pop just in time – even the queues are well-managed here. Despite their domination of the first, the Swiss start the second half sitting back – and Portugal take full advantage. After spending the first ten minutes of the half pressing and harrying the Swiss into making mistakes, the Portuguese create an attack down the right and force a series of corners. Coincidentally, I’m sat on this side, so I get a great view of the kick, which sees Diana Gomes rise highest to head towards goal, the keeper makes a great save, but the rebound fell to Gomez, who bundled home.


My Portuguese friends near me are hollering once again just seven minutes later as their side grab an equaliser – some confident short passing (which we rarely saw from them in the first half), produces a ball out wide; it’s crossed in and brilliantly side-footed into the corner by Jessica Silva. Portugal have gone more direct in this half, and it’s worked wonders – if you’ve ever seen Rocky II, it’s like when Rocky switched back to southpaw after being battered for 14 rounds, fighting with his right hand. All of a sudden, he looked more powerful and prime for a knock-out. It’s the best analogy I can give. Makes me wonder what would have happened if they weren’t two down at half-time. They probably wouldn’t have gone for it in such fashion.

After a nervy opening match between England and Austria, this one has been highly entertaining – plenty of great tactical and technical play, with the odd unforced error thrown in. After the shock of the comeback, Switzerland start to take control again and have their first chances of the second half – a good 20 minutes into it! First, an effort from out wide is touched over the bar by Ines and then a half-volley hits the top of the bar and goes over. They REALLY should be ahead with their next chance – some nice touches around the edge of the penalty area creates space for a shot at goal, which Ines gets down well to palm wide. She’s kept her side in this during the last six minutes, so maybe the tights are helping her in her work? Perhaps buoyed by these close shaves, Portugal get it together and hold the Swiss off – they even create a couple of chances of their own when an effort comes back off the post, and a ball across the face of goal is inches from being put away.

It finishes two-all and despite the Swiss creating most of the chances and looking slightly better on the ball at most points, I can’t begrudge the Portuguese a point – they struck at the right times (i.e. when they were on top – it frustrates me when sides fail to do this) and helped to create an entertaining end-to-end contest. I thought after two early goals that the Swiss would get a few more – especially considering Portugal’s initial failure to qualify, indicating that they’re perhaps not up to the same level. But no, the match was very competitive, which leads me to think that perhaps, the standard of international women’s football is indeed improving, year-on-year.

It's been a great day out in Leigh – the atmosphere was unexpectedly enjoyable, so I think I’ll try and get back here for another game!

Portugal 2
(Gomes, 58. J. Silva, 65)

Switzerland 2
(Sow, 2. Kiwic, 5)

Attendance: 5,902