The Match
The day of the match was dry and bright - no doubt encouraging waverers to help swell the ranks in the stands. It was a fine day for the last battle of the Pies' unprecedented term in the football league. Advance ticket offers meant that unreserved seating had sold out in some parts of the ground and with the opposition mustering a reasonable following, it got quite busy. Just before kick-off, the raised voices of the Z Block Choir were momentarily silenced as Jimmy Sirrel came out to address the faithful. For those few minutes, you could hear a pin drop. The game itself was the usual fare. Notts, full of energy and bluster attacked frequently but a capable Bury defence repelled everything and the newly-fit Dadi and local lad Scoffham rarely looked like scoring against Casper Schmeichal, son and lookalike of the veteran Man U keeper. Typically, a break away and well-executed set piece gave the opposition the lead and when Notts went in at half-time, the new, rather small, digital scoreboard, showed a rather traditional deficit against the home team. The earlier blue skies had given way to an overcast sky and occasional showers. The gray mood transferred to the pitch and stands, only the scoreboard's debut providing light relief. The digital clock, stuck permanently on forty five minutes throughout the early part of the second half, seemed to be reflecting some other light Spring afternoon when Tommy Lawton, Les Bradd or Don Masson ran out onto the hallowed Meadow Lane turf. Eventually as Bury scored again, the whole thing went off. The atmosphere in the Sirrel Stand turned quickly hostile. The inexplicable substituting of the two strikers for Chillingworth and the sixteen year old youngster Stef Frost seemed unbelievable but as a steady stream of fans left the ground, the youngster put a good cross in that caused the first serious threat of the half to Bury and it was suddenly game on. With the match entering its final phase, Dan Martin put the home side back in contention with a well-taken shot and, suitably lifted by the resurgent crowd, Notts began to surge forward. Bury, who had come only for a point, eased off and the previously excellent Schmeichal was at fault when he brought down the last man (Palmer) in a goal mouth scramble. Captain Baudet stepped up and scored comfortably from the spot. It was 2-2. The relief of the fans was evident and the overflowing Z Block surged onto the pitch to be repelled by the goalscorer himself ushering them off whilst being restrained by McMahon. In truth there was no maliciousness, just an intense relief in the invasion.There were gasps at the five minutes of injury time but Bury had no heart to press for a win they didn't need and Notts couldn't push to get the result they wanted for safety. With so many radios around the ground, most Notts fans knew that Oxford had been unable to get the win they needed and Notts were safe. At the final whistle, the fans of both teams ended up on the pitch and after the usual posturing there was mutual recognition that their respective sides had got what they wanted and shirts and scarves were exchanged. The players appeared to acknowledge the crowds and an array of kit items were thrown down. For the majority of the team, it would be their farewell. For the supporters, who would be coming back, there was another definate feeling of escape and, realistically, given the quality of the squad, it was Great indeed.
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