|Archie Love - Halifax Town|
16th November 2013
Although, given that the two present incarnations are resurrections following recent liquidations, one could argue that this was in fact the first competitive meeting of the two clubs, following FC Halifax Town’s promotion to (and Aldershot Town’s relegation to) the Skrill Conference Premier at the end of last season.
It is some time since have I witnessed such a one-sided bashing as
Halifax handed out this afternoon, for Aldershot
were (and let’s not mince words here) pretty dreadful. Their defenders when not being posted missing,
appeared to panic whenever the ball found its way into their penalty area
(which was often). Going forward the
visitors were little better; their sole tactic seemingly to thump long-balls in
the vague direction of their two lofty forwards Brett Williams and Matt
Paterson, neither of whom succeeded in emerging from the hip pockets of their markers
during the whole ninety minutes.
Two of the home substitutes also caught my eye: Joe Ironside replaced Local Hero Gregory up front and proceeded to make a thorough nuisance of himself, without reaping the reward his industry deserved. I was also pleased to see
Archie Love, the lone Scot in the home squad.
He came on with 20 minutes or so remaining, and looked very comfortable
in the middle of the home midfield. But
then again, I am sure coming on as a sub when your side is 3-0 up is a whole
lot easier than doing so if your side is 3-0 down.
The rout was completed 19 minutes from time - blond defender Marc ROBERTS heading in unchallenged from close range, with the
having disappeared into the Twilight Zone once more.
|Matt Paterson - Aldershot Town|
|Halifax Town v Aldershot Town - November 2013|
|Halifax No 15 Marc Roberts rises to clear a first-half corner kick|
|Halifax winger Adam Smith sets off to find a visiting defender to torment.|
|Marc Roberts scores Halifax Town's fourth..........|
|....note lack of marking defenders.......|
|........a feature of Aldershot Town's dismal display this afternoon.|
|Time-up on a comprehensive bashing for 'Shot|
The Shay (Shay is a derivation of shaw, meaning wood I believe) really is an eclectic collection of stands. At either end lie identical-looking steep, covered terracing; although only one was in use this afternoon. The oldest part of the ground, I should guess, is the stunted West or Skircoat Stand, which fails to run the whole length of the pitch and is bookended by areas of grass banking. I liked that – there is not enough grass banking in football grounds these days.
The East Stand featured an unusual large glass panel, which I am assuming, is where our corporate friends watch the match from. But it looked rather empty in there this afternoon, with the few souls present sitting chatting, seemingly taking no notice of the sporting proceedings. In the corner has been erected an odd skeletal girder construction which looks as if the building of offices/corporate boxes was commenced, but that someone ran out of money or inclination, or both.
But for all that I liked The Shay, and felt it was a worthwhile place to have pottered away a couple of hours of my life.
|The Shay, Halifax|
|Panorama of The Shay, Halifax|
|As it says............The Shay Reception|
|This unusual message could be glimpsed on the hill just over the East Stand. |
Any ideas anyone?
|Work in Progress?|
|The West or Skircoat Stand - The Shay, Halifax|
|Those few Aldershot fans who travelled endured a wretched afternoon.|
|Hospitality area in the Main Stand.|
|Panorama of The Shay, Halifax.|