The waters recede

For Prescot Cables' Boxing Day game away at Burscough, Merseyrail were running trains for the first time, so we were looking forward to going. The weather had other ideas, with severe flooding in a number of areas. We were on the edge of the rain, with games such as the Runcorn derby going ahead without a problem. Indeed, I would have gone to watch on a bank holiday with transport.

For Bank Holiday Monday, our game at home to Lancaster City was on. Richie, our leader in beer and pub choices, suggested a pre match drink at the Cricketers' Arms in St Helens. Pubs with sporting names seem to go more with cricketers than footballers, possibly because half the participants in the former have time to discuss what the establishment should be called. A couple of people decided not to attend, being unsure of the location, and concerned about being left wandering around St Helens for all eternity. They need not have worried, as it is a hundred yards from a stop for the 10A. Our visit coincided with one of their quarterly beer festivals.

At the game, I had new equipment. I reported at the previous game that my kit had got wet: it got worse when my D5000 gave up the ghost. I had my eye on the D5300 for some time, and planned to upgrade in the new year. I am not an early adopter: unless I really need what the newest technology can offer, I am happy to be a model behind, with a stable iteration. The release of the D5500 last year brought the D5300 into that category, and knocked a bit off the price. I brought my plans forward, although if there is a week of the year I would prefer not to replace electronic equipment ...

James McCulloch

I started using the sports mode, which works as I am used to, giving preference to shutter speed, but not allowing you to set a minimum, and going up to ISO 3200 on the automatic setting. Once this started giving slower speeds than I wanted, I switched to shutter priority, which behaves differently from the previous model, going straight to the most sensitive ISO setting (25600) to maintain the smallest aperture.

Joe Herbert

This was not what I was looking for, so I explored more, and found I can set the ISO manually in the sports mode, so, combined with much easier menus, I could work my way up as the light fell.

Shane Glean at ISO 4000

Jonah O'Reilly at ISO 12800

Amongst this testing, there was a game going on, with Cables having put in a lacklustre performance in the first half to go in a goal down.

A much improved second half did not initially yield results, with a further goal from the visitors, but we swiftly answered back, with one from Joe Nicholson ...

Joe Nicholson (at ISO 16000)

... and a debut goal from Darryl Patton, not wasting a moment after coming on from the bench.

Darryl Patton (at ISO 25600)

Throughout the half, I was getting good results from the lighting with better speeds than I was used to. The sensor, as well as giving me 22MP rather than 10 (and a 25MB file, but that is another story), was importing a lot less noise at the more sensitive settings.

For the last 10 minutes or so, the sports mode was taking me below 1/200s, so I went to the shutter priority, where I was still getting well lit images.

Marcus Burgess - 1/250s, f/6.3, ISO 25600 - and at the opposite end of the pitch from me

Unfortunately the performance could not quite match the durability of my exposures, with the visitors snatching all three points with almost the last kick. 

The rest of the pictures from the game can be seen here.

Final score: Prescot Cables 2 (Joe Nicholson, Patton) Lancaster City 3.

Rain stopped photography

We hoped Prescot Cables' game at home to New Mills would be dry, but rain was forecast to start around kick off, and it followed my bus to Prescot. To say the visitors have not enjoyed a good season is an understatement, as they had played 18 games without gaining a point. Rod, our drummer, was tempting fate pointing out we were not planning to give them a Christmas present when they came in from warming up. I did not catch the reply, but one word sounded like "off".

The pitch had last been used three weeks previously, and looked as though it had benefited from the rest, but the rain was heavy enough for the possibility of the match being abandoned. I took up position on the gasworks side.

Andy Scarisbrick

The weather was warmer than usual, so I did not realise how wet I, and more to the point my equipment, was getting, which would cause a problem later. The match officials seemed to have read that week's You are the Ref, as the referee was responding to the condition of the sides normally used by the assistants by using the right diagonal.

The visitors showed no sign of overcoming their difficulties, and Rob Doran scored after about 10 minutes.

Rob Doran

We consolidated our lead with two goals in quick succession a few minutes later from James Edgar, who has worked hard to keep opposition defences busy but has not been rewarded with goals.

James Edgar celebrates his first goal with George Mannion and Joe Nicholson

New Mills pulled a goal back just before half time, and I headed to the bar with a reasonable set of pictures, although I am still working on not noise reducing away the rain.

I went back to the gasworks side for the second half, where the rain seemed a little lighter, which may have been my imagination. I was starting to have a spot of bother, as I was running out of cloth (a normal handkerchief) for drying the front of the lens, and was just moving the water around. I was just about operational, although I missed James Edgar completing his hat trick in a bit of a goalmouth scramble, and thought Phil Bannister had scored it.

Phil Bannister

Shortly after this I had to stop, as I was suffering from condensation, something I have successfully avoided in seven or eight years taking pictures outdoors, There are precautions, like keeping the camera dry, and putting it in the bag before I go indoors. However, the mild damp weather created a similar environment in the camera, with the wind blowing on to a wet front of the lens creating a temperature difference and condensation. Once I had it, there was not a lot more I could do in the photo department, so I watched the last 25 minutes without viewing through a small rectangular window.

James McCulloch in my last usable picture of the day, half an hour from time

The rest of the pictures from the game can be seen here.

Final score: Prescot Cables 5 (Edgar 3, Doran 2) New Mills 2.

Nice cigar, but no try

Prescot Cables planned to make a special occasion of the game at home to Warrington Town, with local Mayors and the Member of Parliament being invited. Unfortunately, whilst the week had been reasonably dry, it rained overnight on Friday, and by Saturday morning the pitch was no longer playable. With most football in Liverpool being postponed, I decided to head for Birkenhead Park. The opposition of the day was Wirral RUFC, from a couple of miles down the road, so they could take a late decision on whether to play. A slippery pitch in football can lead to broken ankles, whereas rugby players are likely to end up flat on their faces in the mud, which is in many ways the idea. Standing water is, however, a problem for everyone.

At the time I needed to leave home, the game was still on, so I bought a ticket. Some refer to Merseytravel's Walrus card as "Oyster style", presumably meaning it is small and plastic. The essential component of Oyster is pay-as-you-go, whereas Walrus is pay-before-you-go, so you need the day planned before you first use public transport, and changes are either wasteful or expensive.

No sooner had I got on the bus, I found the game was postponed. However, Waterloo (one less zone on the Walrus) were still playing. This was against Sheffield, so if there was an announcement, it would have been made by then, although it was still raining heavily. I presented £10 at the turnstiles, and was pleasantly surprised to receive a programme and £7 in return.

I took a position on the terrace side, where there were pools of water: the pitch looked soft but playable. Waterloo were playing into a stiff breeze, with low cloud, and, with the floodlights being under repair, it was fortunate both sides' kit included some white

That did not last long, particularly for the forwards. although some of the backs tend to stay standing for longer.

Soon, mud was starting to merge with facial furniture.

For the second half, the hosts took advantage of being at home, and changed into dry kit, of a colour to do no favours to my exposures.

The referee also changed into something drier, although he was more visible.

This was a low scoring game, more rare in rugby of either code than a few years ago. Better pitches and rule changes have reduced the incidence of matches with pushing and shoving in the mud for 80 minutes finishing 3-0. This was not quite such a game, but the scores came from a penalty apiece in each half. I only attend three or four games a season, but I think this is the  first I have been to where both sides stayed in single figures, and the first where neither side scored a try.

As for the cigar, I was not actually going to attempt to smoke one (the last time I did was when you could do so indoors), it was far to wet for one to stay alight.

The rest of the pictures from the game can be seen here.

Final score: Firwood Waterloo 6 Sheffield 6

A visit from the leaders

Before Prescot Cables' game against Northwich Victoria it had rained heavily during the week, but been dry on Friday. Our Chairman was in correspondence on Twitter on Saturday morning with the visitors, advising that the pitch was playable, but its continuing to be so would depend on the weather. A referee was on standby to inspect, although it was not forecast to rain until around 1:30. It arrived a little later than anticipated, when I was at the bus stop following reports on Messenger from the club bar, local public houses and from those stuck with shopping, whilst trying to grasp why so many buses disappeared into thin air on travel apps (they have not invented one whose predictions cope with a sudden traffic jam).

Arriving at the ground a few minutes late, I was surprised to see the places that normally accumulate standing water had drained reasonably well. Low cloud as well as the rain meant lighting conditions were poor, with floodlights required from the outset.

Marcus Burgess was unwell so we saw Ben Morrow return to action for Cables.

Ben Morrow

Andy Paxton's policy is not to have a goalkeeper on the bench, which seems a sensible use of resources, as you rarely replace a goalkeeper unless he is injured or sent off. Ben has been at Widnes - for a young goalkeeper, being on loan a division below and gaining for first team experience is probably more productive than watching from the bench.

I took up position on the gasworks side, quickly realising this was not such a bright idea. After some time of my rain cover flapping in the "breeze", I joined everyone else taking shelter under the stand, which also provided some shelter from the wind. I am still working on a balance between showing rain in a picture and a decent amount of noise reduction.

Danny Flood

I was able to emerge again after a few minutes, to find some water in the goalmouth, but with the pitch otherwise bearing up. I have to admit to losing track of when in the weather related proceedings the visitors scored their first goal (the record says 20 minutes, which suggests in the downpour), but they scored again a minute from time in the first half.

James McCulloch & George Mannion

The second half was drier, so I just had the wind to contend with. We had the chance to score when Rob Doran was fouled just inside the penalty area, but put the resultant kick over the bar. I do not think it made any difference to the outcome: whilst we had a good performance, Northwich are top of the table for a reason, and we did not look like denting their armour.

James Edgar

With the poor lighting conditions, I had a limited range of pictures that came out at print quality. Although the Echo no longer produce the Merseymart supplement, so the shape is not as important as it was, landscape format is still better for their website, where they report on the club most weeks. I try to keep the player libraries at the Echo and TheNonLeague magazine up to date, which is not helped when the most suitable images are of exactly the same four players I sent in from the last game.

The rest of the pictures from the game can be seen here.

Final score: Prescot Cables 0 Northwich Victoria 2.

If you are not going to Yorkshire ...

... the next best thing is for Yorkshire to come to you.

Prescot Cables' scheduled game at Ossett Town saw Saturday morning scenes quite common at this time of year. Dewsbury and Ossett are good for beer and pubs, so a number of our train crew were waiting on the results of a 9.30 pitch inspection - the need for such an event does not usually bode well. The anticipated postponement found us all dressed up with nowhere to go.

I decided instead to attend Birkenhead Park's game at home to Sheffield. They have no FA strictures about turnstiles, so a table with a pile of programmes and a cash box is perfectly sufficient. However, they have moved it since my last daylight visit: had I arrived by bus, I would have seen it as I walked through the pedestrian gate; however, from the train in the opposite direction, it was hidden by the gate as I breezed through the vehicle entrance and wondered why nobody was taking money. Fortunately I stopped to look around, so the gate man attracted my attention and relieved me of £5 in return for a programme with one of my pictures on the cover.

The visitors' strip was blue and white with red socks.

These colours may have some civic connection, as Sheffield Corporation buses were white with blue trim and red wheels. That was until 1968 when the Conservatives won control of the Council, and the wheels started to be painted blue. When Labour regained control the following year, they went back to red. Another plausible version of the story is that a new general manager just preferred blue, but reckoned without the tyre maintenance contractors, who were notorious for not matching wheels, and changed his mind when buses started to appear with mixed wheels, like odd socks.

Followers of these pages will know the hosts' colours are also red, white and blue, which sounds like a clash (historically, the home side changed in such an event), but the different pattern meant the distinction was clear.

I took up position on the Park side. From the local weather, you would not have thought games were being rained off elsewhere, and the sun was behind me.

The visitors quickly opened the scoring, and had much of the play for the first few minutes.

We have looked before at the photographic potential of the line out. The principle is straightforward, the hooker throws the ball between the lines, and the players jump for it. Lifting was allowed in the nineties on the grounds everyone was doing it anyway. There is no requirement to throw the ball upwards, only for it to travel 5m horizontally, and we can see here that the ball has been thrown low, so the player at the front can catch it. I have never seen this, and was not expecting it twice more: it seems a tactic that relies on surprise.

The Park side is where the visitors' substitutes and coaching team are located, and on this occasion a photographer was with them. The jovial suggestion was made that I should buy some high vis and go the pitch side of the barrier, but I will stick to the spectator side, where there is no risk of interfering with the movement of the coaches. Having said that, with the gusty wind, players kicking penalties had to use a decent bit of force to make sure the ball went into touch, so I was relieved not to be fishing it out of the bushes.

Kicking off at 2.15 in the winter has become more or less universal at this level of the game, saving expenditure on floodlights. Naturally, the light fades towards the end, with the final whistle being around sunset, so I need to drop the shutter speed, giving the chance for another of those photos with the ball carrier reasonably frozen and everyone else slightly blurred.

This was an evenly matched game, with the hosts levelling twice, but unable to pull ahead, and finally falling to a converted try ten minutes from time.

The rest of the pictures from the game can be seen here.

Final score: Birkenhead Park 12 (T. Brown, Chidley, C. Hall) Sheffield 19.

Steam pipe trunk distribution venue

The day before Prescot Cables' game at Witton Albion, the hosts, with commendable accuracy, explained that the pitch was playable, but heavy rain was forecast overnight, so an inspection was scheduled for the morning. Lighter than expected rain meant this was not required.

The club's name comes from Witton cum Twanbrooks, one of Northwich's constituent villages, after which the parish church, St Helen Witton, is also named. I decided the most comfortable travel option was by train via Chester. It was raining heavily when I changed trains, and I anticipated a late postponement, although the rain was lighter in Northwich. The walk to the ground was along a new road built on a former railway alignment. Running alongside were some large bore pipes with warnings about high pressure steam, and visual evidence leaking from one. I am not sure whether they only carry steam, as I thought a factory that needed it would generate it on site.

I was concerned I might have made a wasted journey, as a number of players who would normally be starting but for injury emerged from the bar just as I arrived. However, the pristine playing surface drained well, and a few ground volunteers were energetically forking to make sure. There is a stand along one side and some covered standing on the other three. It was clear the floodlights, in a corner arrangement, would be needed from an early stage. I took up position opposite the stand.

Rob Doran opened the scoring after 30 minutes. I was not in the best position to capture the goal ...

... but I captured his celebrating with his normal unflappable match day demeanour.

The lead did not last long, with Jamie Menagh, formerly of this parish, scoring four minutes later.

Jamie Menagh chases Connor Grainger

The rain continued to fall throughout the half. I attempted to get an impression of the rain in the pictures, but I think I removed quite a bit with over enthusiastic noise reduction, which removes grain, but can also remove anything that resembles it. The pitch was draining well, aided by a comprehensive replacement of divots at half time.

For the start of the second half, I went behind the goal we were attacking, and was rewarded by capturing a first goal for the club from Joe Nicholson.

Joe Nicholson shoots for goal ...

... and watches it go in

Shortly afterwards, I moved back to the side. At this time of year, there is a point when the floodlights go from assisting with natural daylight to taking over the primary illumination. I had not given this much thought before managing my own white balance - I was only concerned with illuminance. Colour balance is expressed in temperature units: high temperatures for blue light, and low for red. This feels counter intuitive: as the afternoon gets darker and colder, the light gets bluer, so its "temperature" goes up. Once the floodlights take over, the temperature falls to the red end of the spectrum, in a clear discontinuity, one frame needs balancing for shade, then a few frames later it is for fluorescent light. There is not, however, much difference in the processed output.

George Mannion in cloudy light

Marcus Burgess with the floodlights dominant

We held on for a good win, our form at home starting to show on the road. Witton have struggled more than we expected at the beginning of the season, but this was a demonstration that we can perform when missing some first choice players. Our latest recruits from the Youth Team, Andy Scarisbrick and Connor Grainger, continue to impress, with the latter adjudged by a poster on the Witton forum to have caused their defence problems all afternoon.

Andy Scarisbrick

Having visited Witton's new ground, I bought a sandwich on my way to the train at (as I did not realise until later) their old one, Sainsbury's on the site of the Central Ground being a successful example of a club working with the retail sector to develop new facilities.

The rest of the pictures from the game can be seen here.

Final score: Witton Albion 1 Prescot Cables 2 (Doran, Joe Nicholson).

Unseasonably warm

The first couple of weeks of November were unseasonably warm. I cannot remember getting so far into the month without the thermostat turning my central heating on. However, the rain was more seasonal, with some expressing concern before Prescot Cables' game against Clitheroe that it might be rained off. A number of other local fixtures fell to the weather, but ours survived with no sign of standing water. This probably helped our attendance: we certainly had a couple of visitors from Skelmersdale United - either to see how Andy Paxton was getting on or on a scouting mission.

We were joined by a German guest. Dr Mike, who watched Cables whilst researching at the University of Liverpool, had brought some relatives and friends for a short visit. He and most of his party procured tickets for Old Trafford via a method that sounded as dodgy as it was inconvenient, but his cousin Markus, a supporter of SpVgg Unterhaching, elected to join us in Prescot.

More heavy rain fell when we were in the pub before the game, but by the start the sun had returned temporarily. I made my way around the pitch in the opposite direction to my normal practice, going first behind our own goal. I was rewarded with some pictures of our defence with the sun behind them.

Jonah O'Reilly with Clitheroe's Sefton Gonzales

With the sun low in the sky, some pictures had a lot of back lighting, not necessarily from looking into the sun, but also from its reflection on the perimeter fence. This could be dealt with using the raw converter but would probably have been unsalvageable relying on the JPEG from the camera.

Antony Shinks - as captured on camera ...

... and the picture rescued

The rugby was on the television in the bar...

The game was goalless at half time. Rob Doran giving us the lead early in the second half. Clitheroe restored parity through Sefton Gonzales fifteen minutes from the end. Although both sides looked as though they could score, we were primarily working to retain the point. The defence performed well, with some sterling work from Marcus Burgess ...

... and good backup when needed.

Joe Herbert clears off the line

Another solid performance, assisted by some tactical timing from the crowd returning balls that had gone into the space on the gasworks side to purchase a few seconds breathing space, ensured we held on to a hard fought point against a team currently in a play off position.

The rest of the pictures from the game can be seen here.

Final score: Prescot Cables 1 (Doran) Clitheroe 1.