HOPE VALLEY AMATEUR LEAGUE PREMIER @ THE PARK
16 SEPTEMBER --- 2PM
|ASHOVER V BUXTON TOWN|
A short blog visit to the delights of Ashover and although it is always difficult to cover somewhere so well known this delightful village is not hard to describe, indeed its often a case of what to leave out before it becomes like the old travel show 'Wish You Where Here'.
Aboard the direct Hulley's bus service we soon depart the former mining town of Clay Cross and embark on the countryside beauty around the hamlets of Handley and Woolley Moor its in this stage that we get our first view of the boats on Ogston reservoir. The area really is a breath of fresh air and the rolling hills around the valley that Ashover sits in declares to the east side the Fabrick, locally known as Ashover Rock, a grit stone boulder atop the a ridge that offers commanding views towards Lincoln and the other way a birds eye view over our destination today. This viewing area is in land formerly owned by the Bassett sisters relatives of the famous Liquorice Allsorts family.
|HOPPERS LUNCH STOP YE OLD TUCK SHOP|
|THE HISTORIC CRISPIN INN|
|ASHOVER FC SQUAD VERSUS BUXTON TOWN|
|ASHOVER MANAGER DON CARLINE [L] AND HIS ASSISTANT MANAGER CHRIS SHARMAN|
|REFEREE BASKERVILLE DISPLAYS HIS CHA CHA FOR NEXT YEARS STRICLTY|
|ANOTHER ASHOVER ATTACK BUT NO GOAL|
|NEAR POST ACTION FOR THE HOME SIDE|
After the oranges in the changing room, probably more like the hair dryer from Don, they started strongly when on 54 minutes Luke Carline shielded the ball well on the edge of the box, turned well and fired his shot inches wide. The moment you knew it was not going to be the home sides day came shortly after when Steve Mansell hit a sharp shot just inside the box that keeper Harris kept out superbly to deny any potential comeback. You could almost sense the players with the same feelings and yet another sucker punch arrived with 15 minutes remaining when Taylor got his second and the third for Buxton when he beat the out coming Topham to slot the ball home.
|PERRY RICHARDS TRIES TO RESCUE IT FOR ASHOVER|
With a sharp return from the nearby bus stop there was just time for a car to come down the road with hand bell ringing out of the back door window as the car pulled up our friend from earlier the town crier, a recognisable local barber, spotted me and declared "just another normal day in Ashover" and with that he drove off with his back seat passenger ringing their bell merrily into the beautiful distant valley.