Hawkley Football Club

LEGENDS MATCH 2003

Sunday May 18, 2003, Wigan Rovers FC

HAWKLEY 2003    6            HAWKLEY LEGENDS    2

SPECIAL THANKS TO GEOFF SHRYHANE/WIGAN OBSERVER FOR PHOTO

Thanks to all who turned up...especially those brave enough to play! It was an excellent day, and the 'oldsters' put on a great show, even taking a shock early lead against today's players, before the Saturday night ale wore off and the 2003 boys managed to scrape a few late goals to ease their embarrassment. Legends keeper Ian Maclure was again outstanding, as was defender Dave Clandon, while first-teamer Stu Johnson turned traitor for the day to assist the oldsters, including two of his brothers.The efforts of the two Robbos, Paul and Gary, were surpassed only by the sterling last 10 minutes put in by dad Jimmy, who managed to slip into a kit while Carol wasn't looking.

The top photo shows a line-up of both teams before kick-off, although a few late arrivals missing from this shot included Andrew Paxton, who was in bed (and it showed), and global jetsetter Phil Denton, who was en route from his home in Scotland, having driven down specially for the match. Among the non-playing spectators, Andrew Morrison was pretending to be injured again (tough business, graphic design), while tiger-tackling Peter Williams is promising to play next year, so double-strength shinpads will be needed, lads...!

Among the Legends on the pic (in blue) are: Carl McMullen (well, blue jeans), Ian Maclure, Phil Abram (almost visible), Lee Fairhurst, Andrew Morrison, Steven Maclure, Keith Clandon, David Owen, Peter Atherton, David Clandon, Gary Robinson, Paul Robinson, a lad named Hamill who only played for us twice!, Stu Traynor, Stuart Rawlinson and impostor from the first team Stu Johnson. The 2003 team, in red, includes most of the successful Houghton Cup winning first team, as well as some of the club's current Under-18s squad.

Thanks also to Wigan Rovers for the pitch, and to the Hawk for hosting the post-match social, where we proved once again the old proverb: "No matter how many butties you make, they will all get eaten."