WESTBURY UTD 2-2 MOUSEHOLE | Sat 18th Jan 2025

WESTBURY UTD 2-2 MOUSEHOLE | Sat 18th Jan 2025

James Wards off Defeat!

Having won three in a row in the league the Seagulls flew up the A303 with a strong tail wind. They faced a Westbury team on a similarly good run but who hadn’t played since the first day of the year so predicting the result was not easy.

Mousehole started the stronger and took the lead after twenty two minutes. A slick move culminated in the ball being shifted out to Jordan Hackett on the left wing. He reached it just before it crossed the line and pulled it back straight to an onrushing Hayden Turner who smacked it home.

At the other end, whilst Westbury created a few half chances they never looked like drawing level. Until they did. Max Hill had taken a crack to the nose and with blood streaming down his face he had to leave the field. This coincided with Westbury winning a corner and Mousehole’s worst fears coming to pass. It was a great delivery and a great header but still a bitter pill to swallow.

Westbury would have felt lucky to be level at the break but that’s how tight things are at this level.

The second half opened with Turner clipping the post from a free kick and Hackett firing a good chance over the bar. It had become a case of next goal wins and the visitors seemed the most likely until totally against the run of play they conceded rather than scored.

Westbury had not looked dangerous at all but they capitalised on the only defensive error by the men in turquoise and one quick pass put them in on goal for a good finish.

Mousehole kept pushing forward in search of an equaliser but as the clock ticked past ninety it seemed probably to be a forlorn chase. The home fans were blowing imaginary whistles but the ref kept his actual one tucked in his back pocket.

With eight minutes extra already played Mousehole won a corner. Ollie Chenoweth sprinted up to join other six footers; Hill and Ward. Hayden Turner swung in the kick, a last hurrah. It sailed over the first man, kept going past the keeper and was a few yards past the back post when the granite forehead of James Ward arrived with a score to settle. The angle was against it, the gods of football seemed against but the Wardy forehead doesn’t care about those things. The ball flew back whence it had come and crossed the line. The celebrations were wild. Not a win but a point well won.

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