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Never mind the quality, feel the
points
by Steve Dadd & Pete Pavey
6th April 2003
This was a must win game for the Terras,
and with the results coming in at full time indicating that
teams below had won, a defeat would have plunged them further
into the relegation mire.
The event itself was high on balls and low on quality as Phillips,
Waldock, Robinson and Impey jumped off the physio’s couch
and Boomerang Bailey made a welcome return.
On a warm, bright afternoon the Terras made the worse possible
start when a suicidal header from Redwood fell well short
of its intended target of Matthews. The Weymouth gloveman
managed to force Abbott wide and then get a hand to his cross,
but was helpless to stop Booth from firing home at
the far post to put Welling one up with less than five minutes
on the clock.
Weymouth responded immediately, Russell picked out Phillips
a yard or so inside the Welling half, he controlled the ball
well before rushing goalwards. The leggy O’Shea was turned
by the gap toothed Cornishman and so resorted to the classic
combination of boot and grab, however the strong Terras front
man shrugged him off and still bore down on goal, O’Shea had
another handful of Phillips laundry and gave him a shove for
good measure as he entered the box, reaching the sanctuary
of the area the Terras leading scorer finally stumbled and
fell with the Welling defender still fondling the fabric.
Mr Edmonds pointed to the spot and awarded O’Shea a caution,
although other officials might not have been so lenient.
Steve Tully stepped forward and absolutely crashed
the ball into the roof of the net giving Knight no chance.
Welling had a chance to re take the lead with 19 minutes gone,
a free kick on the edge of the area found the head of Russell
Edwards at the far post, with the net beckoning he headed
wide.
For those sitting in the stand a closer view of the ball was
a bonus for the premium seats, whilst those in the Barbara
Windsor stand had to shield their eyes from the bright sunlight
as both sides enjoyed a round of keepy uppy.
Entertainment was thin on the ground and only the portly gait
of the referee’s assistant kept the wags in the crowd amused,
and, as time wore on, hope of another goal was evaporating
as quickly as the water on the pitch.
Phillips and Jackson, ably assisted by Robinson, chased every
ball lumped forward, and the easily irritated visitors back
line needed a few yellow cards to calm their enthusiasm for
scalps. Phillips had a scorcher of a shot just before the
break, flying off the leg of O’Shea and into the crowd.
Mr. Edmonds awarded a goal kick much to the annoyance of the
behind the goal faithful.
So at half time the score was:
Weymouth 1 Welling 1
Michael Sajic replaced Simon Browne for the second half, and
from the off the Terras started well with Tully as hot as
the sun. His 46 minute cross from the right found the levitating
head of Jackson who headed well wide of the mark. Two minutes
later that man Tully, with his head looking a lot better,
was set up for arguably the best move of the game. Bailey
won the ball in midfield, he pushed it to Tully, his scorching
run ended with a pass into the box to Jackson. Standing strong,
he held the ball, then returned it to Tully who smacked it
with venom, beating Knight and shaving the face of the bar.
The Terras took the lead on 54 minutes, Tully’s corner from
the left found Jackson whose text book downward header
had Knight scrambling in the sand.
The hosts took their foot off the gas and resorted to lumping
it forward, whilst Welling took the opportunity to search
for an equaliser, although, to be fair, Impey and Waldock
unceremoniously dealt with any incursion from the nippy front
men of Kent.
Matthews did spill a Paul Booth header and, as he closed in
to shoot home, Robinson cleared off the line with 67 gone
But as the clock ground down manager Geoff Butler’s injury
problems went into full throttle. Firstly Jackson (hamstring)
was replaced by Lamb then Phillips (hamstring) was replaced
by Green, although not before he had a tremendous effort crash
over the bar after Robinson had tee’d him up.
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