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How many minutes of competitive football does it take before a team bonds together? How many matches before familiarity, friendship and trust between players truly manifests itself? Based
on the evidence of this victory, the answer is approximately 150 minutes, or six five-a-side matches.
It is only in adversity that a team is truly tested - and it is fair to say that the odds were stacked against Beeston before kick off. Imagine a match in the modern era of the World Cup Finals,
in which one of the two opposing squads is reduced to only 12 available players, just minutes before kick off. The effect is much the same, when four players are absent from a squad of nine players
in total.
A bitterly cold and windy evening. The Reds without a substitute. Steve still missing and Andy unavailable due to a recurrence of an old back injury. Mike agreeing to don the goalkeeper's jersey
and become the third different custodian in six matches. Tonight's opposition only a point behind Beeston in the league. A 'must win' game - the stage was set.
You could have forgiven the players had the mood been pessimistic, but the team took to the field with a swagger that betrayed a newfound confidence and belief. Then the referee's whistle blew to
start the action. Uncertainty set in. The wind howled. A foolish back pass to Mike led to a penalty for The Underdogs. Self-doubt returned. The Underdogs scored. Twice.
There was an eery silence as the crowd began to fear the worst. What communication there had been between the Beeston players during the opening exchanges dwindled, and the wind had no need of its
fervour in its bid to become the only audible sound. Then, a lifeline - The Underdogs defence making the same error as their opponents, and the appropriate penalty kick was duly awarded.
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A steady nerve was required, and there were one or two surprised murmurs in the stands when Matt, one of Beeston's youngest players, confidently strode forward to place the ball on the
spot. Seconds later, with the ball in the back of the net, the crowd suddenly found its voice... and so did the players. Possession of the ball became Beeston's to lose, as they took the game to
their opponents and rediscovered their earlier assurance.
As the first half and The Reds' dominance continued, all that was lacking were goals. Cries of 'Shoot' and 'Hit it' rang out whenever Beeston crossed the half way line, and some less polite
versions of the same call were heard from the Dug Out, as manager Andy became more and more frustrated.
At half time however, with his team still failing to capitalise on their possession, Andy's words were encouraging in a more constructive fashion:
'Just keep your shape boys, keep doing the right things, have more shots, the goals will follow.'
And follow they did. Danny Vickers helped himself to his biggest haul of the season, with four goals - including one opportunistic strike, as he latched onto a wayward Underdogs pass to divert the
ball past the stranded 'keeper.
The only question in the second half was whether Beeston would throw away their hard work with poor marking, as their opposition continued to score against the run of play when the concentration
slipped in the defence.
Mike was determined to have a say into whether or not that fear became a reality - with a string of four or five top drawer saves in the second period, including one remarkable double save.
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The ever-impressive Russell was again deserving of a hat-trick, but nobody worked harder for The Reds than Jonno, who battled for every ball and must have covered every grain of sand on the
all-weather pitch! He too was eventually rewarded for his efforts with a goal.
Despite the others not helping him out at times, Matt was outstanding in his role at the heart of the Beeston back line, even finding time to score an improbable drive from at least a hundred
yards from goal! With the scores level at five-all, it seemed there could only be one winner in this fixture. But the Underdogs were not beaten yet.
Again they opened up a two-goal advantage, much to the disbelief on the faces of almost all of the players, the referee and the watching crowd. Six minutes remained, and there was more
encouragement from the dug out:
'Come on lads, there's still a quarter of the game left to play!'
The swagger returned. Beeston found their shape. The wind abated. The Reds scored. Once, in each of five fantastic minutes of flowing football. The Underdogs were defeated, their spirit broken,
their heads down. In previous weeks the players might not have been mentally tough enough to overcome this hurdle. Where in the past panic might have set in as the final whistle loomed, the
improvements made in fitness and the undoubted camaraderie in the beleagured Beeston camp were clearly on display.
This wasn't a 'Lucky Escape' or a 'Last-gasp Triumph', this was a team showing that their skills and stamina were superior to that of their opposition. The best team won, as Beeston claimed the
three points that were ultimately theirs for the taking. Of greater importance, however, was the emergence of a team.
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