“That’s football, innit?”
“Yes, that’s football.”
Such was the conversation when, after having had chance after chance after chance, Westfield found themselves still in a goalless encounter and with Alfold about to take a penalty. There was fifty minutes of the game gone. The penalty was well struck, the visitors went a goal up and for a few minutes, with Westfield unsettled, it seemed that the gods of fate were going to chuckle their way to full time. But then the hosts scored a goal and then they scored another … and by the end of the match it was Westfied 6 Alfold 1. That’s football, as they say.
If football was won on possession and chances this would have been stopped at half time. Saying Alfold were leading a charmed life would be unfair. They defended well and their ‘keeper made some superb stops. But they had few chances of their own despite some decent probing runs, particularly from their tireless #7. 6-1 may not be an easy pill to swallow but it’s hard, on the balance of play, to say it wasn’t a fair result.
As ever, it was a pleasant visit to Westfield. Around feeding my younger son the world’s biggest hot dog I found some time to take some blurry photos. They are here.