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Blackpool 2-2 Sheffield Utd
WHO'D be a goalkeeper? was one of those football phrases I could never understand.
Hear from The Pool players on last night's game
Because if it meant earning several thousand quid a week, driving a Ferrari and having a gorgeous blonde hanging off your arm, then to be honest I wouldn't mind having a pop at it.
That was my view. Until last night.
Paul Rachubka, so magnificent all season and who had made a brilliant reflex save at the start of this game to prevent a Shaun Barker own goal, suffered what can only be termed a nightmare.
Pool had gone 2-1 up through Ben Burgess with three minutes left. The ground had erupted. The woman in front of me grabbed hold of a pensioner and gave him a kiss, though it was his wife so fair enough.
The Tangerines were about to win three massive points and climb to the top end of the table. The world was a great place.
Then Sheffield United's James Beattie lazily swung his foot and fired in a harmless looking shot from 22 yards.
The ball moved a little in the air but Rachubka looked to have it covered all the way. Somehow, though, it wriggled free of his grasp and in one of those horrible slow motion moments, trickled into the back of the net.
The atmosphere went from jubilant frenzy to silence. It was like someone had let the air out of a tyre.
Rachubka, a fine pro with high standards, was mortified of course. So were the Pool players, most of whom, like Ian Evatt, stood mortified with their hands on their heads.
It was dreadfully unfortunate on Rachubka, but it's not a moment that should be dwelt on too long.
It was one of those things. It happens. Any outfield player can make a mistake – like Wes Hoolahan losing the ball in a dangerous position midway through the second half – and more often than not they get away with it, like Hoolahan did.
Terrific
When the keeper makes a howler it invariably leads to a goal. And although it was definitely a bad mistake by the Seasiders' number one, it's pretty much the first one he's made since he came to the club.
It's not that we should focus on. What matters is that Blackpool again put in a terrific, spirited display against a high quality Sheffield United side which – and there's no doubt about this – will be up at the top come the end of the season.
Simon Grayson's men not only matched their classy, expensively assembled visitors but, from the hour mark onwards, outplayed them.
The final third of this game was completely one-sided with Bryan Robson's team forced to hang on all the way.
Credit to them for doing so. They have skilful, highly paid players who, it was suggested, might not fancy a cold, windy and damp (and boy was it cold, windy and damp) night in Blackpool.
The superstars, though, didn't shy from their task and, from a Sheffield point of view, kept going till the end and did themselves proud.
However, no one could deny that the Seasiders definitely deserved to take the points.
Just maybe, though, Lady Luck was finally paying them back for recent weeks – after all prior to this game it had been Pool who had scored three late, late goals to leave their opponents sickened.
The boot was well and truly on the other foot last night.
But what this match once again proves is that the Tangerines can and – barring injuries and a sudden, unexpected loss of form – probably will be a force in the Championship, particularly at Bloomfield Road.
With the crowd as loud as I've ever heard them and Pool increasingly confident on their own patch (they haven't been beaten at home since February and a 1-0 reverse at the hands of Millwall), not many teams will leave the Fylde coast with the points tucked under their belts.
Fray
A word here for the manager. It's been said many times how well he's done. The good news is that there's no sign of his success rate slowing.
His selection and his subsequent substitutions again turned out to be spot on.
He left out Keigan Parker and started with Ben Burgess. Then, when bringing Parker on four minutes from time, he decided to leave Burgess on and take off Andy Morrell instead.
Burgess, of course, scored 60 seconds later, and from whose cross did the goal arrive from? Andy Welsh – who had entered the fray as a sub five minutes before.
Mr Grayson, you deserve your wage this week.
One downside last night though was that the excellent atmosphere wasn't even better.
By that I mean what has happened to the much-talked about extension to the East Stand? Another 1,000 or so seats there and it would really have been something – plus more income to Pool's coffers.
There's still no sign of activity at the south end of the ground either. The work really needs to begin to prove the board's ambitions match Grayson's.
There has already been the odd rumour about the manager being wanted by other clubs. The chairman and co can't give him an easy reason to leave. The ground needs improving.
And so to the football. James Beattie, the £4m summer signing from Everton, gave United the lead with a simple, diagonal header from a peach of a cross from Jon Stead after 13 minutes.
Supplier Stead had a great game and was probably the best Sheffield player on the pitch, despite Beattie ending up with the scoring plaudits.
In an energetic and keenly contested match, Pool dragged themselves back into it with virtually the last kick of the half.
Ref Mark Halsey awarded a free-kick on the edge of the box after Blades captain Chris Morgan had put his boot in too high on Andy Morrell.
Left back Stephen Crainey scored only the second goal of his career, striking a beauty of a curling free-kick into the corner of the net to send pool in level.
The second half was more of the same – two teams 100 per cent committed to the game. But as the contest wore on, the Seasiders grabbed the upper hand and began to dominate, with Andy Morrell, Wes Hoolahan and Gary Taylor-Fletcher all going close.
Slip
What seemed as if it would be the winner arrived three minutes from the end when Welsh delivered a perfect ball from the right (the lad already looks like he is the best crosser at the club) and Burgess lost his marker to glance a firm header into the net from eight yards.
Sixty seconds later, though, came Beattie's half-hearted shot, Rachubka's untimely slip and the disappointment of being robbed of three points against one of the best sides in the division.
A shame, yes, but disaster, no. Put simply, this was a cracking, pulsating match and one that Pool can only take positives from.
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Burnley 2 - Blackpool 2
THIS first Lancashire league derby for seven years was a match of massive importance and huge significance.
For those who didn't have the good fortune to witness it, it appeared, to the untrained eye, to consist of a man and a woman ballroom dancing inside a large inflatable bubble.
There was no reason for this. There was no explanation given. It just kind of happened, with 16,852 slightly bemused people looking on.
I have an image of a group of Burnley employees sitting down at the start of last week and the boss saying: "Right everyone. We need some entertainment before the match. Any suggestions?"
"This is a bit of a long shot," says a lad at the back in glasses called Roger, "but I've had a thought. How about we buy a big inflatable bubble, stick two people inside and get them to fox-trot while we play a bit of Run DMC?"
"Roger, I love it. Let's do it..."
The Blackpool fans couldn't even see this surreal event as the inflatable (which rather resembled that slightly rude one on Peter Kay's Phoenix Nights) was erected (not to be confused with said Phoenix Nights scene) facing away from the visiting supporters.
But never mind, given what happened over the next 90 minutes I don't think the Seasiders followers will hold a grudge.
Simon Grayson's side emerged from a fast, furious and fantastic derby with their heads held mighty high as they managed to nick a point with yet another late, late show.
For the third match in succession (following hot on the heels of Hull and Derby), the Tangerines struck at the death.
In this instance, Andy Morrell pounced on a 91st-minute error from Burnley keeper Brian Jensen, via a beautiful Fred Karno moment from Ian Evatt, to slam the ball into the net and claim a vital point, which lifted the Seasiders into the top six and continued a pretty marvellous start to the season.
Steve Cotterill, surprisingly calm and generous given the circumstances in which his team had been denied victory, stated that a draw was the fair result because his side hadn't done enough to deserve victory.
Battled
Grayson agreed and so do I. Pool didn't play at their best, but against tough opponents they battled and worked hard, and they never gave in.
It wasn't dissimilar to the Hull game. It's a wonderful trait that this side has – they never know when to lie down and wave the white flag.
When Adi Akinbiyi smashed Burnley in front with four minutes remaining, only the most optimistic Pool supporter would have backed Grayson's men to get anything from the contest.
That they did once again speaks volumes about the character in the side.
It's been said many times but this squad genuinely seem to get on with each other and, at the risk of sounding like David Brent, such togetherness in any workforce can only help productivity.
Productivity in a football club's case means good results – and it doesn't get better than Blackpool's quite astonishing run of just two defeats in the last 24.
The fact that the Seasiders are now in a Premiership play-off place sounds daft.
But don't take the Michael. They are in the top six on merit, and although there is a long, long way to go, Pool have certainly shown they can make the step up.
Of course, we have to be realistic here: it's unlikely to last.
At times against Burnley, Pool were second best, particularly during a first half when they seemed surprisingly sluggish despite a weekend off.
But even then, when Burnley were the better side, Pool still had opportunities. And had Keigan Parker made better use of his superb chance before half-time, then we may be talking about a victory here.
So what I'm saying is that Pool are highly unlikely to finish in the top six – but they have it in them to finish top half.
They are capable of playing well but – and here's the big thing – even when they aren't in top gear they have an uncanny knack of still taking something from a game.
The inclusion of Stephen Crainey at Turf Moor ahead of Kaspars Gorkss was the only change from the side which beat Hull.
It was harsh on Gorkss, and given the excellent game Crainey had the unlucky Latvian may be on the sidelines a little while longer.
The first half wasn't great but did come to life in the last few minutes.
First Burnley midfielder Tony McCann, just 19 but very impressive, rattled the underside of a crossbar with a corker of a shot from 10 yards.
Then in stoppage time, Wes Hoolahan put Parker through. Clarke Carlisle managed to tackle the Pool striker as he was about to shoot but the Scot kept his head, latched on to the loose ball and fired a shot towards an empty net, which somehow Brian Jensen, recovering brilliantly, managed to tip over.
A great stop, though Parker should have scored.
Scruffy
It meant yet another 0-0 scoreline at the break – that's been the case in every match Pool have been involved in so far this season.
Seven minutes after the restart the Clarets took the lead, and from Pool's point of view it was scruffy.
Andy Morrell and Hoolahan appeared to have won the ball on the right flank, but then lost it and Stephen Jordan broke.
The left-back slipped the ball inside to half-time substitute Steve Jones, who beat Keith Southern with a lovely dummy and drilled in an angled shot.
It was going wide until Crainey instinctively stuck out his foot to block the shot but inadvertently diverted the ball into his own net. Unlucky for Crainey, joy for Burnley.
Pool toiled for the next 20 minutes but didn't really look like scoring. Then Ben 'don't call me super sub' Burgess came off the bench on 72 minutes – and within a minute the big man did it again as the Seasiders levelled.
Actually, Burgess didn't play any part in the equaliser. But, hey, why spoil a good story?
Morrell received the ball with his back to goal and his clever, quick turn was too good for Carlisle.
The former Blackpool man tripped Morrell and Hoolahan, who missed in the penalty shootout at Derby in the Carling Cup, held his nerve to send Jensen the wrong way from the spot.
It was Hoolahan's 11th the goal for the club – and he has yet to miss a penalty for Pool (outside shootouts).
Andy Welsh made his debut off the bench, replacing Gary Taylor-Fletcher, and he showed glimpses of being a very good acquisition. His delivery into the box was excellent.
At that stage, the Seasiders were in charge and looking good for a winner, then football proved why it's such a daft game as Burnley promptly went and scored.
It was simple. A Wade Elliott cross from the right and the giant Akinbiyi did what he does best, holding off Shaun Barker to score on the turn – a good finish.
And that appeared to be that, until a truly ridiculous goal saved Pool's day.
Crainey swung the ball in from the left and Jensen, under good pressure from Burgess (who put himself about well), dropped the ball.
Ian Evatt, who had been pushed forward as Pool searched for an equaliser, made a hash of trying to score into an empty net but fortunately the ball dribbled sideways and fell to Morrell, who could hardly believe his luck as he drilled into an open net from close range.
The 3,800 Seasiders fans behind the goal went delirious and, heck, why not.
They'd had a terrific day. A last-minute winner, local pride restored, two dancers and a giant inflatable. Life doesn't really get much better.
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Hull 1 - Blackpool 2
It was harsh on Hull, who are big and strong and have a side who looks well capable of having a decent year in the league.
But for Pool, who fought so hard all evening, it was a big win: their second of the season, to send them back to the upper reaches of the division and keep the confidence bubbling along nicely.
But what is it about the cameras? Simon Grayson has now figured in six televised matches since he took over as Blackpool boss and his side have won every single one of them – Scunthorpe, Brighton, Oldham twice, Yeovil and now this.
That ain't a bad record!
And although football on a Monday night still doesn’t feel quite right, at least it gives people something to watch other than a reality TV programme.
They’re the only thing on the box these days.
Wife Swap, Big Brother, X-Factor, Castaway, people learning to drive, people sleeping, people who can’t sleep, people using the toilet ... where will it end?
Such is the current obsession with these shows that it prompted me to submit my own programme idea – Devout Grout – where five Priests compete to see which one can re-tile a bathroom in the quickest time. The winner gets posted to an exclusive country church in Sussex. Channel 5 are mulling it over.
Tenacity
But even Devout Grout (copyright Canavan) wouldn’t have been able to match the drama at Bloomfield Road, with Burgess nabbing the points just in the nick of time.
It would be wrong to say Pool deserved to win. Hull were probably the better side on the balance of play. However, the manner in which the Seasiders battled and stuck at their task for the 90 minutes meant that their victory wasn’t an injustice. For tenacity alone, Grayson’s men merited their late, late show.
I mentioned there that the match was 90 minutes. It wasn’t. In fact it lasted 101 minutes because of one of those horrific incidents that one hates to see on a football pitch.
Caleb Folan, signed by Hull from Wigan Athletic for £1m on transfer deadline day, came off second best in an accidental but horrible clash of heads with Kaspars Gorkss.
After nine minutes worth of treatment, he was stretchered off with an oxygen mask over his face. Thankfully Folan (the best player on the pitch until his unfortunate departure) was talking and conscious, and after the last fortnight that football has endured, thank goodness for that.
This was a good match, played between two teams who both gave every ounce of effort in trying to secure victory.
Grayson made two changes from the side which lost at Wolves last time out in the league. Ian Evatt replaced Stephen Crainey (which meant Gorkss was at left back – not his favourite position), while Keigan Parker was in for Ben Burgess.
The latter alteration was harsh on Burgess, who is a belting down-to-earth lad and was desperate to face the club he used to play for.
But Grayson wanted pace down the channel (I’m assuming he was talking about the area between the centre half and the full back, not the strip of water separating England and France) and Parker certainly provides that.
The first half wasn’t a great spectacle in terms of excitement but it did suggest a sign of things to come: two teams concentrating on attack rather than defence, which meant a wide open game with goals surely on the cards.
Dean Marney, Hull’s splendidly energetic midfielder, came the closest to scoring but struck his half volley from the edge of the area almost too well and it cleared the cross bar.
Superior
Pool's best opportunities were at the start and the end of the half. Andy Morrell's snapshot after 21 seconds was easily saved by Matt Duke and Gorkss (obviously aiming to improve on his position as the club’s top scorer) got on the end of Wes Hoolahan’s glorious pull-back but fired his right footer high and ugly.
The visitors had looked superior – but 90 seconds after the restart it counted for nothing.
Parker broke down the right and sent a cross into the centre. It wasn’t, in truth, a great ball in, but defender Andrew Dawson – who up until that point had been excellent in his role of keeping Hoolahan quiet – made a hash of his clearance.
The ball looped sideways and fell for Gary Taylor-Fletcher, who was as surprised as anyone to get the chance to slam the ball in from close range.
Jubilation among the fans and Blackpool players lasted only three minutes.
Not for the first time this season, Pool failed to deal with a long punt forward. Dean Marney flicked on and Ian Ashbee, racing into the box, drilled a powerful shot past the unprotected Paul Rachubka.
The Seasiders’ number one didn’t have a chance but if he did feel the need to make amends, he was to do so in excellent fashion.
Twice he denied Hull winger Stuart Elliott, first in the 57th minute after the Irishman had been teed up by Dean Windass and then three minutes from time when Rachubka somehow stopped Elliott’s close range volley with his legs. It turned out to be a match-winning stop and the keeper deserves credit. He’s in great form.
In between that had been the long stoppage for Folan, which meant 11 minutes of added time – surely a record.
It was in the ninth minute of those that Burgess struck.
The centre forward had replaced Andy Morrell in the 83rd minute and made the most of his chance by burying his header and sending Bloomfield Road into raptures.
He then picked up a booking for very possibly the least subtle time wasting ploy of all time – sitting in front of the ball at a free-kick to tie his laces. “I probably deserved a yellow card,” admitted Burgess afterwards, with considerable understatement.
Not that it mattered a jot of course.
It was harsh on Hull but Pool have earned what could be a priceless victory and more importantly returned to winning ways after points dropped against Bristol City and Wolves.
Michael Jackson was superb at the heart of the defence, Parker caused problems up front and David Fox was majestic in the middle, stroking the ball about like Cesc Fabregas.
Determined
The Seasiders showed a lot of bottle to secure this victory. This wasn’t the free-flowing, attacking Blackpool we have come to know. It was a battle-hardened and determined unit – something I fancy Grayson’s men might have to be on many more occasions this season.
This isn't League One. There won’t be many, if any, easy games where Pool will bury their opponents with attacking, flowing football.
Against higher quality, tougher opposition, they have to win games in other ways – but the early signs are that they are capable of doing it.









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Wolves 2-1 Blackpool
A PRESS conference with Mick McCarthy is worth sitting through.
Not only is the Wolves boss delightfully down to earth – not to mention fond of speaking in the kind of language I believe is usually labelled ‘industrial’ (put it this way, it wouldn’t be welcome on CBeebies) – he is also wonderfully honest.
When he walked in the Molineux media room after this game, he didn’t even wait for a question to be asked.
“We were rubbish,” he said, a moment after sitting down. “Absolute tosh and Simon Grayson will be spewing.”
Of course it’s easy to say that kind of stuff when you’ve just won, but you get the feeling McCarthy would have made the exact same assessment had his team been beaten.
And that, as the manager’s comments suggest, is exactly what should have happened, for Blackpool played their Championship counterparts off the pitch.
The Seasiders had several opportunities to increase the lead given to them by Gary Taylor-Fletcher at the start of the second half, and none better than when David Fox missed from 12 yards – probably the turning point of the game.
“It'll haunt me for days,” admitted the ever-honest midfelder afterwards. “I should have buried it.”
Clinical
As it was, Wolves, who had used just about every get-out-of-jail card in the pack, stormed back through two goals from Freddy Eastwood to gain an unlikely and highly undeserved victory.
“Blackpool were the better side in every department except one ... finishing,” said McCarthy.
And therein lies the difference between the sides.
McCarthy has £1.5m at his disposal to go and sign someone as clinical as Freddy Eastwood.
Grayson hasn’t got that and although he does have four honest, talented frontmen, he perhaps hasn’t got that player who will score him 20 or 25 goals every season.
Eastwood is that man and he no doubt retired to his caravan on Saturday evening in good spirits.
Eastwood is a member of the travelling Romany community you see, and has very admirably stuck to his roots ... though surely given the cash he’s now earning at Wolves, he’ll at least upgrade to a static, perhaps one even fitted with a flushing toilet, who knows?
Not that Pool will care about the living arrangements of the villain of the piece.
They were more concerned at the final whistle with feeling downright sorry for themselves.
And while that was only natural, they really shouldn’t be downhearted.
For on Saturday, Grayson’s men proved one thing beyond reasonable doubt: they can live in the Championship.
Many feared they would be out of their depth and might rapidly return from whence they came.
Ripples
But in three outings in the new league, particularly at Leicester and here again against Wolves, they have demonstrated that they are not here to make the numbers and are capable of picking up many results this season.
I fancy they will particularly cause a few ripples away from home.
The manner in which Simon Grayson plays, with two strikers and with attacking intent, means that they are always likely to score on their travels and put the home side, who will be taken aback by such a bold approach, on the back foot.
They certainly did that to Wolves. The hardest bit will be maintaining it over 90 minutes because at this level any mistake or slip of concentration will be punished. We saw that on Saturday.
But Pool – and Grayson is the man to thank for this – have a wonderful positive attitude and it will lead to many exciting games involving the club this term. They’ll concede a few, sure. But they'll also score plenty and it promises to be an exciting campaign ahead for anyone who follows the club.
The manager was loyal to the 11 who drew with Bristol City, which meant a fit Ian Evatt had to make do with a place on the bench – as did Keigan Parker, who was again overlooked in favour of Ben Burgess.
Just as they did at Leicester, the Tangerines – cheered on by a terrific, vocal away following – made a fine start, pouring forward and pinning the home side back.
The difference was that this time they managed to do it for a full hour rather than just 20 minutes, as had been the case at Leicester.
When they can do it for 90 minutes they’ll have well and truly cracked it.
In fact on Saturday, Pool actually played better than they had done at the Walkers Stadium. It’s just the perverse nature of football that they happened to win at Leicester, but not at Molineux. But then again, Leicester didn’t have Eastwood.
Gary Taylor-Fletcher almost scored on 17 minutes when Wes Hoolahan’s wicked inswinging corner was half-cleared. GTF – as the press, who can’t be bothered writing or saying his full name (well, it is a mouthful isn’t it?), like to call him – fired in a powerful low drive, but Michael Gray made a goal-saving block on the line with keeper Wayne Hennessey beaten.
Glorious
Hoolahan had a whale of a time in the first half, regularly making chumps of most of the Wolves side with an array of nutmegs, flicks and tricks.
Several times he got into fine positions but then at the vital moment got caught in two minds and ended up neither shooting nor passing.
He’s a glorious player to watch though, or at least he was until getting clobbered by Wolves huge midfielder Seyi Olofinjana in the 53rd minute. After that Hoolahan limped around ineffectively and certainly won’t be involved at Derby tomorrow.
By that point Pool were ahead, and the only surprise was that it took so long to arrive.
Those who thought the Seasiders first half domination was a fluke were made to eat their words within six minutes of the restart.
Fox provided a beauty of the ball, threaded inside left back Michael Gray and into the path of GTF. The winger took one touch and buried a low, angled volley across Hennessey and into the bottom corner.
Pool fans erupted but the majority of Molineux groaned and in the next few minutes even jeered as their rattled and frankly ragged-looking side appeared down and out and on the verge of surrender.
Then came the turning point.
Claus Jorgensen, on for GTF (who had picked up a dead leg), exchanged passes with Shaun Barker and sprinted into right side of the area before pulling the ball back perfectly into the path of Fox.
The midfielder, who normally strikes the ball as sweet as a bag of peardrops, completely fluffed his shot from 12 yards with the goal at his mercy.
Still, it didn’t seem to be too big a problem. After all, the Seasiders were well on top and looking comfortable.
But the underlying fear, that Wolves were too good to be this bad for a full 90 minutes, came true.
On 69 minutes, the Seasiders back four dealt poorly with a long punt forward from Hennessey. Andy Keogh – Eastwood’s very effective strike partner – won the ball and fed the main man. Eastwood did the rest, running to his right, around two defenders, and firing a lovely low shot back across Rachubka and into the bottom corner. It was a quality finish.
Eastwood won it 10 minutes later with a less eye-catching strike. Again he had Keogh to thank along with right winger Michael Kightly, who showed all afternoon why he made his England under-21 debut last week.
Kightly ran at Stephen Crainey for the umpteenth time, and slipped the ball to Keogh, who fired a powerful shot goalwards from 14 yards. Rachubka pulled off an excellent reflex stop but the ball simply looped up in the air and Eastwood was on hand to nod into an empty net.
In the dugout Grayson couldn’t have looked more distressed had he just been asked to go on a four-week holiday to Scunthorpe with just his mother-in-law for company.
And who could blame him or his players for looking so distraught, for they had suddenly lost a match they had previously been controlling.
Even then, though, they had a chance to share the spoils.
Proud
Sent clear by yet another fine Fox pass, Keigan Parker (on for Andy Morrell since before Wolves opener) found himself one-on-one with Hennessey. The keeper was off his line but Parker’s attempted lob was poorly executed and easily saved.
With hindsight, Parker will admit he should have just blasted it – considering Hennessey is 6ft 7in, it wasn’t perhaps the wisest option to try and lob him.
And so that was it. The 13-game unbeaten run – over. Pool’s proud record of not having lost away on a Saturday for 11 and a half months – over.
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Leicester 0-1 Blackpool
DAMN you, Watford.
If it wasn’t for the stoppage-time penalty the Hornets converted at Wolves, Blackpool would be in a play-off spot this morning.
Then, after beating Bristol City next weekend, they’d probably move into an automatic promotion position and become bookies’ favourites to go up to the Premiership.
Perhaps next season, with Belokon increasing his stake, they’ll be challenging with Tottenham and Sven’s Manchester City for a UEFA Cup pl...
Hang on. See what’s happened?
One game into the new season and I’m already getting carried away.
Perhaps it’s because Blackpool FC and the supporters (not to mention the local journalists who cover them) have had to put up with such mediocre fare for so long.
For the last umpteen years we’ve been used to sitting in the stand at Chesterfield, or Mansfield, or Rochdale, on a cold Tuesday night, munching on an odd-smelling pie and trying to be enthusiastic about a 1-1 draw.
All of which is why seeing the Tangerines run out on the opening day of the season at the Walkers Stadium felt magnificent, especially for the 2,000 fans who made the journey from the Fylde and, as usual, sang their hearts out throughout.
At the same time, though, it was odd. It felt like a cup game because usually when the Seasiders get to play at places like Leicester it’s because they’ve managed to nudge through to the third round of the FA Cup – normally to put up a good showing before bowing out in gallant failure.
To be facing sides of the calibre of the Foxes, and Wolves, and West Brom, and Charlton (the list goes on) all the way through this season is going to take some getting used to.
But for those with longer memories, Saturday’s game must have been even more remarkable.
The more mature among the Blackpool faithful might think back to August 20, 1977 – the date Pool opened a new league campaign with a 1-1 draw against Oldham.
Little did anyone know then that it would be almost exactly 30 years (or to put it a more depressing way, 10,950 days) until the Seasiders would again enter a season in the top two tiers of English football.
Back in the 1970s, no-one had heard of Aids, George W Bush or Simon Cowell ... prove if ever it was needed that life was better in those days.
The history side of things has been examined over and over again but it’s probably time to put an end to it now. The current set of players deserve the spotlight.
Under the guidance of an astute, young manager, they are the ones who have hauled themselves out of the lower reaches and put themselves back on the same stage as the big boys.
And, if Saturday’s display and result is anything to go by, they’re not just here to enjoy their time in the limelight before slinking back into the shadows next season.
For Pool announced themselves to the Championship in the best possible fashion, beating a very good Leicester side 1-0 and getting their campaign off to an important, confidence-boosting flier.
OK, so victory was a trifle lucky in arriving.
Twice Leicester shook the Seasiders woodwork and many more times did keeper Paul Rachubka save the day with some truly wonderful stops.
But no-one can say Grayson’s side didn’t work for their win. To a man they grafted and fought, not to mention playing some delightful football along the way as the manager stuck to his admirable and exciting attacking beliefs.
And before Keith Southern grabbed the all-important goal in the 63rd minute, Blackpool had also struck the post through Wes Hoolahan.
Hang on a minute. Wes who?
Ah, yes. As if the day wasn’t dramatic enough, FIFA finally got their fingers out of their (insert word of choice here) and allowed Pool to choose their best player and talisman.
Hoolahan was magnificent last season, a revelation. When he was signed on loan no-one paid a blind bit of interest. But then it turned out this unassuming Irishman was something of a world-beater, single-handedly demolishing teams and creating countless goals for others, not to mention scoring 10 himself.
What happened next, of course, was a right mess, with Livingston – aware that his value had now rocketed – trying to “renege” (according to Karl Oyston) on the original deal.
Anyhow, you know the details, so I won’t bore you. What matters is that late on Friday night FIFA gave the go-ahead for Hoolahan to play and what happened next was nothing short of a miracle.
“He’ll only last 50 minutes, tops,” was the first comment from the press box. Then, after a quiet opening, came: “He’s not quite on his game.”
“Well, at least here’s here to be not quite on it,” came the retort.
It was a good answer and the right answer, and before long Hoolahan displayed exactly why he is so vital to Blackpool’s chances this season.
His best moment came on 52 minutes and it was nothing short of sensational. Showing some beautiful footwork and close control, the 25-year-old beat four players on a 10-yard run into the area before smashing a left-footed angled shot which fizzed past keeper Paul Henderson and clipped the post.
It would have been one hell of a goal, and would have made Livingston even more pig sick than they are now, whatever they might try and say to the contrary.
But Hoolahan’s part in the winner was just as important. Though a slight lad, he is deceptively strong and in the build-up to Southern’s goal Hoolahan held off three challenges on the left flank, even falling twice, before sliding the ball out to Stephen Crainey.
The overlapping full-back whipped in a first-time cross, which Gary Taylor-Fletcher controlled before pumping a shot goalward. It reached Southern, who did well to get the ball out from under his feet before poking a shot in off the bar.
There was some controversy about the goal. Leicester defender James Chambers had gone down injured in the box in the build-up. Pool didn’t put the ball out of play.
But Chambers wasn’t suffering from a head injury, so why should they? That is the directive from FIFA themselves, so there’s no controversy. End of story.
As for Southern’s strike, it perhaps wasn’t the classic that the Seasiders 6,000th League goal should have been, but it was so crucial and enabled the Tangerines to secure three points.
And, let me add, it was nice that Southern got the honour of scoring it. He’s played his heart out for Blackpool for five full seasons, and while Hoolahan may be the heartbeat of the team Southern is the backbone.
Leicester roared back and had several opportunities to level. Just how they didn’t remains a mystery.
Mark de Vries, a burly, powerful striker, who tested Ian Evatt and Michael Jackson to the limit and who had slammed a terrific volley against the bar in the first half, put a free header wide from a corner and then struck a post with another effort. Pool’s defending of set-pieces, by the way, left a little to be desired and needs work.
Then came the Paul Rachubka show. The keeper made some breathtaking stops, the best a double save to deny first James Wesolowski before he leapt to his feet to block DJ Campbell’s follow-up.
The last 15 minutes were nerve-wracking but Pool held on to increase their record-breaking winning run, which now stands at 11 consecutive victories and dates back to March 31.
More importantly, this result shows there is nothing to fear.
It won’t be like this every week. There will be hard times aplenty this season.
But the team spirit which carried Pool to promotion last season is still there. And when you’ve got that, you’ve every chance of winning games and picking up points.
It’s very early days, but on this evidence Grayson’s men will still be a Championship side next season. And that is all every Tangerine supporter can ask for.
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Bristol City 1-1 Blackpool
VALERY Belokon, wearing a pale, check deerstalker hat which didn't quite go with his tangerine tie (though obviously I didn't dare tell him), emerged from the tunnel with a group of friends about half an hour after the game.
The Press murmured their hellos, although most of the national lads – who, now Pool are in the Championship, seem to have suddenly got interested and descended on the place in droves – didn't have a clue who this slightly odd-looking chap was.
"What think of game?" asked Belokon. "Me think very good but, how do you say, unlucky."
Or words to those effect. And do you know what? The man might have dodgy taste in headwear but he's not at all bad at summing up a football match.
For that's exactly how it was. This was a most enjoyable contest, hard but fairly fought between two sides who tried to attack and play good football.
Blackpool were certainly the better team but Bristol City, inspired by a clever double substitution, hit back late on to take a well-earned point.
Perhaps, just as Pool maybe didn't really deserve all three points at Leicester last weekend, Bristol were fortunate to share the spoils. But in the end it didn't really matter.
The main thing is that – cue cheesy cliché – football was the winner.
The result brought an end to the Seasiders stunning 11-game winning run, which began on March 31 when we were all looking forward to promotion and a gloriously long, hot summer. Well, one out of two ain't bad.
That 11-game run is an amazing feat and congratulations to Simon Grayson and the players who featured in it.
Think about it. What you have just been lucky enough to witness is the best sequence of results in Blackpool FC's 120-year history and those kind of records aren't created by fluke. It's a once-in-a-lifetime thing and one hell of an achievement.
It would have been nice to equal the all-time Football League record of 14 straight victories. And it would have been even better, as one fan rather optimistically mentioned prior to kick-off, to have broken the record and made it 15 consecutive wins at Burnley – which is how, in an ideal world, it was scheduled to have turned out.
Alas, it isn't to be but there's no shame in falling short and the confidence gained from this memorable golden streak is there for all to see.
Blackpool are playing cavalier, free-flowing football and have had a fantastic first week –picking up four Championship points from six and progressing to a Carling Cup second round clash against a Premiership side.
If any fan is disappointed with that they need their heads seeing to.
Twelve months ago the Seasiders' first week consisted of the following scorelines: Brentford 1 Blackpol 0, Blackpool 0 Nottingham Forest 2, Blackpool 0 Rotherham 1. And that was in League One.
It's been a mammoth leap forward in the last year and we should enjoy it while we can.
The crowd certainly seemed to do that. With the home ends sold out, the supporters backed their team throughout and quite rightly, despite the failure to win, applauded their players off at the end.
It was also nice to see the Bristol players being clapped off by many home fans – they too play good football and it would be nice if both clubs, plus the other promoted side, Scunthorpe, could hold their own in the campaign ahead.
Grayson made two predictable changes, replacing John Hills and the crocked Ian Evatt with Wes Hoolahan and Kaspars Gorkss, and one controversial alteration – bringing in Ben Burgess and dropping Keigan Parker to the bench.
Right from the kick-off the entire Blackpool team seemed like men on a mission.
When the ref started the game it was like watching an under-8s match on Common Edge as the Seasiders raced forward as if they thought they could steamroller their opponents into submission. The first corner arrived after 24 seconds.
But football's never that easy and, despite Pool having the lion's share of the play and the chances, it was goalless at the break.
Keith Southern came closest to breaking the deadlock but his low, angled drive from the edge of the area hit the post.
City keeper Chris Weale did well to keep out Hoolahan's drive and defender Liam Fontaine reacted sharply to prevent Ben Burgess knocking in the rebound. Andy Morrell sent a spectacular scissor kick looping onto the roof of the net.
The first goal eventually arrived six minutes after the break and it was fully merited.
As they'd done in the opening period, Grayson's men raced out of the blocks and pinned the visitors back.
But this time they made the breakthrough.
Southern, as he was with most things during the afternoon, was at the heart of it. A short corner found him on the edge of the box. He fired in a powerful drive which somehow Morrell managed to divert into the net, although Weale – who made some tremendous stops throughout the afternoon – came within a whisker of keeping it out.
It was Morrell's 21st goal for the Seasiders, but more importantly his first of this campaign and hopefully there will be many more to come.
Morrell was one of many Pool players who terrorised the Bristol goal for the next 20 minutes but try as they might – and by God they tried – the Tangerines couldn't make the breakthrough and get a second goal which would have proved so crucial.
Morrell was so knackered that he had to ask Grayson if he could come off after 71 minutes – unheard for a player who normally reacts to being subbed as if someone had set fire to his best carpet.
Still, it is testament to the effort he put in throughout the game – he gave his all, as he always does.
Morrell's departure allowed Parker to get on and the Scot used his pent-up frustration at being dropped to good effect just 21 seconds after coming on. He picked up the ball on the edge of the
penalty area, beat a defender and fired a curling shot which would have ended up in the top corner a la Wembley had Weale not pulled off a fine, athletic save.
It was a crucial moment as three minutes later City equalised. For the first time all afternoon, Lee Trundle turned Gorkss in the area and although his shot was well saved by Paul Rachubka (who is continuing his terrific start to the season), the rebound looped straight into the path of Scott Murray.
The sub – who had come off the bench to score against QPR last weekend – made no mistake, powering in a blistering volley.
Pool pressed forward again and had one last good chance. Sub Claus Jorgensen flung himself bravely into a left-foot shot from Ben Burgess's knockdown but again Weale was there to make a terrific stop.
This was a great game and the fans got their money's worth.
The run might be over but the good times aren't.
Colchester 2-2 Blackpool
AS one of English literature's greatest character's might have put it: to lose one goal may be regarded as a misfortune; to lose two looks like carelessness.
However, this isn't Oscar Wilde, just a regional newspaper reporter, so let me be more blunt: to concede two identical free-kicks was rank poor.
And, what's more, it once again robs Blackpool of what would have been three very handy points.
The third 2-2 draw in succession was not only amazing for the fact that Mark Yeates was able to score twice with virtually the same shot from 25 yards out, but also because it mirrored so closely the events of last Tuesday, when again the Seasiders were guilty of letting slip a lead and more valuable points.
Then Sheffield United had struck with two minutes left. Colchester did it slightly earlier – their equaliser arriving four minutes from time.
With tough trips to Watford and Coventry coming up, it's not ideal to be throwing victories away.
It was a shame too because Blackpool, though hardly totally dominant, had done enough to merit a win.
After the most tepid opening 45 minutes of the campaign thus far, a half-time talk (or, more likely, roasting) from Simon Grayson led to a much improved second period.
Pool twice went ahead through goals from Andy Morrell and Shaun Barker but were pegged back both times by free-kicks from Yeates.
The first, on 64 minutes, was a belter; curled into the right hand side of the net via the post. Unstoppable. Paul Rachubka had no chance.
The second one late on, though, should not have been allowed to creep in. This free-kick, somewhat softly awarded after the otherwise immense Michael Jackson was adjudged to have leant on Clive Platt in an aerial challenge, was in the same position on the pitch – to the left of the D – and the same distance: 25 yards out.
Everyone in the stadium knew what was coming, that Yeates would try his luck again and probably go for the same corner.
So just how his shot, which didn't seem to have as much venom nor be as well-placed as his first effort, managed to squeeze into the same corner is a question only Rachubka and his defenders can answer.
It wasn't clever and, judging by the looks on the faces of the players as they emerged back onto the pitch after the game to do a warm-down, there had been some harsh words in the dressing room.
There was another factor why all this was so disappointing. A win for Blackpool would have been a very fitting result for one major, major reason.
Sky TV might find this hard to believe but sometimes even football pales into insignificance.
Such a moment had occurred when Jimmy Armfield, one of Blackpool's most famous sons, stepped onto the pitch at half-time.
His job was to do the Golden Gamble draw. In reality it was an opportunity for the people of the town to show their admiration for a man who isn't just a hero in footballing terms but has shown, and is showing huge courage as he battles against throat cancer.
Everyone in the stadium stood and applauded for several minutes, a reaction which said it all and brought a tear to the eye of many who were there.
In his usual modest way, Jimmy tried to stop the applause before reluctantly taking the microphone to express gratitude for his welcome – before adding "anyway, on with what I'm supposed to be doing."
The reception for Armfield spoke more than any words could. He's a legend around the country but as a loyal one-club servant throughout his playing career, he will be remembered just a little more fondly at Bloomfield Road than anywhere else.
It was also another reminder to Karl Oyston: get the South Stand – to be named after Armfield –built so we can have another such moment when it is finally opened.
In truth, Armfield probably wouldn't have made much of the first half as Pool and Colchester – who had both named unchanged line-ups from their respective midweek games – failed to create much excitement.
It was particularly dire for Ian Evatt, who limped off with a knee injury after 21 minutes. He had fallen to the ground after helping clear a Colchester attack. It looked innocuous but obviously wasn't. As Evatt limped down the tunnel, kicking a water bottle in frustration (believe me, that was genuine – the lad loves playing football), Kaspars Gorkss stripped off and went on to barely put a foot wrong.
That means that when Evatt is fit, Grayson has another big dilemma. But that's good. Remember when Peter Clarke, back here tomorrow with Southend, was around? Clarke was a surefire pick for every single game. That isn't right.
Even fans' favourites and player of the season winners must be kept on their toes at all times, so to have someone like Gorkss is great – it means everyone at the back must produce the goods every week.
Ben Burgess, continuing to perform well, had the one real good chance of the first half, charging into the box and smashing in a left-footer which almost broke the post in two.
Not a great game though – until the second half that is.
Pool began much better, playing at a higher tempo, and a goal arrived on 54 minutes. David Fox's corner was glanced on by Gorkss, and Morrell, in acres of space at the back post, tapped in from barely two yards.
Southern dragged a sidefooted effort inches wide on the hour and Burgess forced Davison into a sprawling, one-handed stop before the visitors hit back on 64 minutes with the first of Yeates's free-kicks, this one awarded after a rash challenge from Gary Taylor-Fletcher.
The next 20 minutes were excellent – wide open as Pool went for another goal and Colchester found space on the counter attack.
Wes Hoolahan and Andy Welsh, on for Taylor-Fletcher, began to probe down the flanks but it was from another corner, six minutes from time, that Pool struck again.
Fox's delivery to the back post was met quite superbly by Barker, the right back rising above a crowd of players to send a powerful, diagonal header into the net.
Surely that would win it? Yeates had other ideas though as free-kick number two sailed in and Pool snatched a draw from the jaws of victory.
Disappointing certainly, but nothing more. Pool again played very well against opponents who finished 10th in the Championship last season and a team who have yet to be beaten on their travels this term.
They were robbed of the points by a freak moment. However, it was sloppy and they do have to cut the mistakes out. Dropped points now could be crucial come the end of the year so it's best to get out of the habit of conceding late goals sooner rather than later
Watford 1 - Blackpool 1
IT'S mid-March 2008 and Andy Townsend is on the windswept Prom clutching a bag of chips.
"Donkeys, kiss-me-quick hats and buckets and spades," he'll say, in that ever so slightly patronising way ex-footballers-cum-pundits tend to describe places like Blackpool when they dare to venture north of junction 10 on the M1.
"But Blackpool could soon be back in the big time," he will add to his bored-looking cameraman probably on top of a tram in the shadow of the tower by the now, "And one man is desperate to take them higher.
"If Simon Grayson's men beat local rivals and relegation-doomed Preston today" (cue nostalgic grainy black-and-white pictures of Stanley Matthews running down the wing at Wembley in '53...), "they will be in a play-off spot with a remarkable chance of gatecrashing the Premiership."
Fanciful? Maybe. Possible? You bet!
The Championship cameras have not yet been to Bloomfield Road this season, sparing TV viewers Townsend's (or even worse, Robbie Earle's) DIY hyperbole, but keep beating the odds like they did at Watford, and Grayson's never-say-die battlers will be in the spotlight if they like it or not.
Slowly but surely, the big boys are starting to sit up and take notice of the renaissance Grayson is leading by the seaside.
If ever a draw felt like a victory, then Saturday was it.
Let's put this result into context. Grayson had 16 fit senior players to choose from, a number of whom hadn't trained since Tuesday, and one, Shaun Barker, who only declared himself fit three hours before kick-off.
Four days earlier they had been put through a gruelling 120-minute cup clash and then travelled 200 miles down the M6 through Friday traffic.
Physio Phil Horner's room must have resembled the footballing version of the X Factor audition room this week – as injured players trooped in one after another.
Hardly the best preparation to go into battle with table-toppers Watford, promotion favourites with a 100 per cent home record and two strikers – by all accounts so flu-stricken that they couldn't get out of bed on Thursday – now fit and ready to fill their boots.
But yet again Pool matched a classy, expensively assembled former Premiership side and came away with a richly-deserved point.
It's becoming a weekly plaudit, but Grayson, again, got his tactics spot on.
With his hand forced by what he called the worst injury crisis he has ever experienced at the club, he opted to flood the midfield to nullify Watford's undoubted menace, and to leave Andy Morrell up front on his own .
And then, chasing the game, the boss pushed his men forward and got his just reward.
The home fans, sensing a drubbing, booed and jeered their side at the end. Grayson marched over to the away fans to lap up the clenched fists and cheers.
How far he has come in such a short time! On the same weekend last season, he was probably 90 minutes from the sack had his lowly side lost to Leyton Orient at home. But they didn't and the chairman's faith in his young manager is paying rich dividends.
No disrespect to the Orients of this world but Watford are a totally different kettle of fish. And for 45 minutes it showed.
Marlon King and Darius Henderson, two big lumbering powerhouses, had Kaspars Gorkss and Michael Jackson backpeddling while the tricky Adam Johnson gave Shaun Barker's dodgy ankle a thorough examination with his testing runs.
With Hoolahan and Taylor-Fletcher unable to get forward to help the isolated Morrell up front, the Hornets buzzed forward in waves and thought they had won a penalty on 12 minutes.
Johnson fell over Keith Southern's leg just inside the box and hit the deck like he had been hit by a sniper. The ref blew his whistle, but instead of pointing to the spot, he whipped out his yellow card and booked Johnson for diving.
It wouldn't be his last big call of the afternoon.
Another let-off duly followed. Jay DeMerit's six-yard header thudded against the bar before Paul Rachubka clawed away Henderson's goalbound follow-up.
David Fox flashed a left foot shot wide but Watford's pressure finally told just four minutes before the interval.
Kaspars Gorkss was harshly adjudged to have fouled King just outside the box. Dubious, but Adam Johnson's curler wasn't. It was expertly dispatched into the top left corner.
Could Grayson rouse his fatigued and injury-hit squad? Within a few minutes of the start of the second half, we had the answer.
Michael Flynn, making his league debut in Tangerine the second time around, pushed forward beyond Fox and Southern while Taylor-Fletcher began to run at the heart of a worried-looking home defence.
Hoolahan flashed an inviting cross across the six-yard box before the onrushing Southern drilled a 20-yard shot goalwards only for it to be deflected off former Pool loan favourite Danny Shittu and behind for a corner.
The home crowd were becoming restless, but it was nothing compared to the response they gave to a double substitution on 56 minutes. Off went the impressive Johnson and Henderson to be replaced by Jobie McAnuff and Nathan Ellington.
It was as if Aidy Boothroyd had told president Elton John to glue on his wig and strap on his boots for action – such were the boos that greeted the move. Funny way to welcome £5m of talent...
The pendulum was clearly swinging Pool's way but still Mart Poom's gloves had not been warmed. Taylor-Fletcher failed to get a telling touch on Flynn's fine cross from the right while Shaun Barker's back-post volley was charged down by man mountain Shittu.
By now, Parker was on with the Seasiders reverting to 4-4-2 and looking the more likely to score. But Tommy Smith should have put the game to bed on 69 minutes, somehow contriving to head wide from barely two yards with the goal gaping.
Four minutes later, Watford were made to pay.
Taylor-Fletcher latched on to a ricochet from a Fox corner and was hacked down by Shittu just as he was about to pull the trigger. Up stepped Hoolahan to fire home an equaliser their attacking play fully merited.
That's 18 consecutive league games in which Pool have now scored, a record only bettered by Southampton in the entire Football League.
All was set up for a grandstand finish with the magnificent away following even sensing a famous win.
But Pool were forced to hang on. King managed to slip away from Gorkss for the first time in the entire match but blazed over while the pacy McAnuff was denied by a typically brave Jackson tackle.
And then Smith missed another sitter as the clock ran down, rounding Rachubka but crashing his shot against the bar from six yards.
Lesser teams will come to Watford and get turned over this season. Grayson's men – defiant, proud and battlers to the end – simply refused to roll over.
There have been suggestions Blackpool fans should enjoy it while it lasts.
Defeatist talk if ever I've heard it. Keep showing this fighting spirit and Pool could be basking in the sun for some time yet.
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