Twenty Eight Days later is not just the title of a really good Danny Boyle zombie apocalypse film, it is also the number of days since Mousehole last played a game of football. It’s longer than the life-span of the average housefly which possibly explains why your reporter can’t even remember what that previous game was. This game though, will live long in the memory, maybe even until Mousehole next play, because for the second home game in a row it was rounded off by a goal in injury time*. On this occasion, unlike the last gasper against Bashley, this was not a winning effort but it was celebrated with no less gusto by the home fans.
(*Younger readers will refer to this as time added on for stoppages. They probably weren’t born the last time we played!)
There’s a certain level of muscle memory in playing football that can not be replicated in training. This meant that the home team were a little rusty and so it was no real surprise that Willand, battling relegation and having played quote recently on the 31st January!, scored first. The breakthrough came just after the half hour. Mousehole had possession deep in their own half by the corner flag but couldn’t clear it. Willand nicked it, sent it in to the box, and a crisp finish from around the penalty spot left Ollie no chance.
The seagulls bounced backed instantly. It was a bit of a scrappy goal, following some pinball in the area. Eventually it fell to Kaleb Kadimashi about six yards out, he took a touch and sort of bobbled it home. It’s lack of pace seemed to fool the keeper.
Sadly, parity only lasted a couple of minutes. A free kick from Willand’s left wasn’t properly cleared and when the cross came back in it found a lone striker with the freedom of Trungle. He had time to take it down and lash it home. As has been the case a little too often this season Mousehole were then hoping to only go in one goal down, that they managed this was a blessing.
If Mousehole came out hoping to strike early and go on to get the win they were to be disappointed. It was Willand who started the second half stronger and thus, again, it was no surprise when they extended their lead. The goal deserved to win any game. The Willand number nine, Charlie Bateson, picked the ball up on the left and jinked, like a wee Scottish winger from the 1960s, past several defenders. When he’d found a little space near the edge of the box he unleashed a thunderbolt across the face of the goal into the far corner of the net.
One could have been forgiven for thinking that was that but suddenly the home ranks found some get up and go and laid siege to the Willand end. The pressure eventually told when Jack Symons smashed home the rebound from his own shot with thirteen minutes left. Could the comeback be on?
As the sands of time dribbled away, and Jake Ash pleaded with the referee to add on the equivalent time to that which had been wasted by the visitors, it looked like this would be another match that got away. When the board went up with seven minutes to be added a little hope was raised amongst the loyal Trunglites but chances were few in the closing moments.
The seven minutes came and went but the game carried on. Maybe the referee felt guilty or maybe he was working the “a minimum of…” to its full extent but whatever the reason for the further additional time it proved crucial. A corner was awarded on the right, Hayden Turner stepped up and Charlie Davis held his breath. The delivery was cleared but quickly recycled to the hit man, he sent it back in and this time it was perfect. It was met on the edge of the six-yard box by a flying Jacob Kevern and arrowed into the net.
A draw was possibly a little more than Mousehole deserved but no one cared as they celebrated a late point as the men in white and green extended their unbeaten run to twenty nine days.
