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Rochdale AFC 4 - 1 Morecambe FC

Journey

It's a little after one.  I'm sat in the Ratcliffe Arms - waiting for Mr. Keane.  He's a bit late.  As I watched Spurs give the Hammer's a footballing lesson - something a bit odd is happening.

Firstly, The Ratcliffe was a bit fuller than normal - I was lucky to get a seat.  Secondly, I heard one phrase again and again - 'Hello [insert name] I haven't seen you for ages!'  Finally, many of the people trooping into the bar had a slightly bewildered look about them - like this was completely new territory for them.  Many of them also looked like they had been dragged head first through the club shop - pristine hats and scarves were heavily in evidence.

A few weeks ago I mused that a few more fans would be more than welcome - in fact I went as far as to say 'BE HERE NOW!'  OK - it has taken a few weeks - but, perhaps - just perhaps...

Mr. Keane duly arrived - with a selection of family members - none of whom I have seen at Spotland before.  In deference to himself - his campaign to fill the Sandy Lane is not  a new thing.  He has been doing his bit for just over ten years.  I was one of his earliest recruits - way back in 1999 - for which I am forever grateful.

Sadly, I didn't have long to chat with Mr. Keane's latest converts - the call of hospital radio meant I had to go.  Once inside - I was greeted by an extraordinary sight.  Walls of snow.  All around the touchline was a waist high wall of snow.  For the last two days - while most of us were eating, drinking and being merry - a small group of ground staff and volunteers had shovelled eight inches of frozen snow off the pitch covers.  Without them - there would have been no game today.

At a time when Spotland is throwing it's arms wide to new fans - it is easy to forget the old guard.  The kind of people who will spend two days, half frozen, shifting tonnes of snow to get the game on.  Forget them at your own risk.  

Food

While I sorted out milk and sugar for my coffee I listened to a steward talking to a fellow milk and sugarer.  I say talking.  Preaching would be more like it.  The steward had gone all John the Baptist.  As the poor chap politely attempted to escape, the steward launched into a ringing endorsement of the new Rochdale AFC - the facillities, the management, the players, the preparation.  This steward is clearly wasted.  Get him into the Wheatsheaf Centre on Saturday mornings - with a sandwich board.

Weather

Cold and dreary.

Away Support

300 maybe 400.  Not a bad turnout.  Morecambe have been on a roll recently - and there was the memory of that unlikely three all draw earlier in the season - maybe they sensed an upset on the cards.

As Mr. Culshaw and I rued the effects of a power cut at Fairfield Hospital - the studio was out of action: so no commentary, again - we had plenty of time to watch the crowd assemble.  And boy did it assemble.  All of those bewildered looking souls in the Ratcliffe contributed to a final gate of 4309.  The biggest of the season so far.

News

Radio silence.  There hasn't been an update of the Littleborough Yellows for quite a while now.  This is because due to heavy rain and then snow they haven't played for two months.  Hopefully the New Year will be kinder.

Unlikely Birthday.  I missed this one at the time - but 26th December was May Contain Football's second birthday.  It's amazing what a thorough soaking at Macc can do isn't it?

Action

Your team for today:

GK: Heaton

Def: McArdle, Dawson, Stanton, Kennedy(T)

Mid: Thompson, Taylor, Kennedy(J), Atkinson

For: Dagnall, O'Grady

Bench: Taberner, Flynn, Toner, Jones, Rundle, Glover, Higginbotham

After a slightly shaky performance from Matt Flynn against Crewe, Rory McArdle stepped into the right full-back berth - his first start in Dale colours since Dagenham.  Other than that, as you were.  Today would also mark Tom Heaton's final game for Dale as his loan from Manchester United expires at the end of the month.  Aside of his debut against Chesterfield - he has been as solid as a rock.  Cheers Sir. Alex.

This will be the sixth meeting of Dale and the Eric's.  Only one of which has ended in a win - for Rochdale - the rest have all been draws.  The most frustrating of all of them being the game at Spotland last season.  This season has already seen Rochdale recover from a being 3-0 down at half time to force an unlikely 3-3 draw.  In short, Morecambe under Sammy McIlroy are a competitive outfit who are currently in good form - could yet another draw be on the cards? 

Despite being without key men Jevons, Mullin and Wainwright - Morecambe sought to press from the moment Mr. Salisbury put the whistle to his lips.  The Eric's hemmed Dale into their own area and bombarded Heaton with high balls and crosses.  Just as they had on Saturday, Dale struggled to clear their lines and Morecambe sensed that opportunity may be knocking.  Thankfully for Dale, Heaton was equal to the challenge - even when Drummond's low drive looked certain to have put Morecambe in the lead.

After ten minutes of unrelenting pressure, Dale found the best possible antidote.  They took the lead.  A long ball from Dawson, flicked on by O'Grady found Atkinson.  The on-loan Hull youngster charged for the byline before pulling the ball back across the face of goal.  A lucky deflection found O'Grady and the rest as they say is history.  1-0 Dale!

Morecambe were rocked - but attempted to find their way back into the game.  Unfortunately, Dale had other ideas.  Ten minutes later a crafty flick from O'Grady unleashed Dagnall into an ocean of space.  Rounding Barry Roche and slotting the ball into the vacant net was a job of seconds.  2-0 Dale!

Seconds later, it probably should have been 3-0 - but Dagnall's effort crashed back off the bar.  As the half wound down further efforts from Dagnall, O'Grady and Thompson threatened to put the matter beyond doubt - but in each case their efforts were just off target.  Morecambe had a chance to pull one back - having replaced Michael Twiss who was suffering from a gashed head, Aaron Taylor flashed the ball just wide with his first touch in the dying minutes.

During half time Mr. Culshaw managed to procure hot soup.  Best not to ask how.

Dale began the second period as they had ended the first.  Efforts from O'Grady, Dagnall and his replacement Higginbotham all produced good saves from Roche.  In the end it took twenty five minutes for Dale to put the game out of sight when an excellent Tom Kennedy cross picked out Atkinson in the Eric's box.  His glancing header left Roche with no chance.  3-0 Dale!

Morecambe had far from given up though and the visiting fans had something to cheer about when Wayne Curtis pulled off the unlikely feat of out-muscling Craig Dawson, before driving powerfully past Heaton.  3-1.

Far from rallying the visitors, the goal seemed to annoy Rochdale - why, the very impudence! - so they promptly went up to the other end and through a glancing contact from Atkinson, Jason Kennedy's cross found it's way past Roche's groping hand.  4-1 Dale!

Speak Your Brains

Your cast for today:  just me

After 71 minutes of dilligent bench polishing, Adam Rundle had a quick run out.  Big thanks to Rotherfield - he looks match fit and raring to go.

Morecambe must be wondering what the dickens happened today.  They weren't bad - although the absence of Jevons and Mullins left them a little short up front - Dale were simply better.  Morecambe are a good side and should be challenging for the play-off's come May.

Can someone explain Morecambe defender Andy Parrish's shorts?  They were pulled up so high I thought it was Simon Cowell for a while.

Dagnall back on the score sheet after a four game drought.  Welcome back.

Atkinson got man of the match - but I thought that O'Grady was the more potent threat throughout.  Scored one, made one and led the Morecambe defence a merry dance.  I would be willing to sell vital organs to keep him at Spotland.

For all of the first time or part time Daley's who came to Spotland today, a final thought:  Rochdale AFC is not just for Christmas - Rochdale AFC is for life (or at least 'till the end of the season).  Do come again.

... and finally, Happy New Year - to both of my readers.            

Typical

Rochdale AFC 1 - 1 Morecambe FC

Journey:

Night games at Spotland are brilliant. The glare of the floodlights, the inky black of the sky, the seductive waft of warm pies and the un-natural green-ness of the turf. I can't quite explain why - but bathed in the glow of several thousand volts of artificial illumination - Spotland takes on an unreal, magical quality.

To the casual observer or a hard bitten away fan, Spotland probably just looks like a selection of reasonably serviceable stands arranged around a patch of well mowed grass. I pity them.

Usually I am seething quietly in traffic on Roch Valley Way with ten minutes to go before kick off. But not tonight. I was rolling up Sandy Lane just after 7pm.

To take advantage of the school half term holidays Rochdale had laid on 'Kid for a quid' night. I had managed to tempt Lady Luck away from My Space, Bebo and Instant Messenger on the basis that her associate Miss. Nolan could come as well. At £1 per head, even I couldn't argue.

The early start was due to the fact that the 'Kid for a quid' offer required you to buy a ticket before going through the turnstiles. I arrived at the ticket office at 7.15pm. The queue was huge. As I waited patiently for my turn I encountered a fine old British tradition:

'Typical!'

This is a uniquely British view of the world. Any inconvenience - large or small - can be explained away by uttering the magic word. For example:-

'It's raining! - typical'.

'I have to wait to get my ticket for the game! - typical'.

'The world economy is collapsing! - typical'.

In a single word it conveys that very British sense that not only is the whole world against you - but that, in some way, you knew that you were earmarked for misfortune anyway. With Rochdale fans - this feeling is perhaps slightly more acute than normal.

Weather:

Cool and still.

Food:

With over 3000 Dale fans in Spotland tonight there was the likely danger that the food could run out. So I made my visit to the Sandy Lane Patisserie early. Even so, there was only one meat and potato left - which being a good parent and concerned with the the nutrition of my offspring - I gave to Lady Luck. I ended up with a cheese pie... and no, I'm not going to do the Peter Kay thing.

Alarmingly, Miss. Nolan announced that she doesn't like pie - so I got her a pasty.

Away Support:

100 perhaps 150. Enthusiastic throughout and held a tune pretty well to.

That said, they were drowned out in the most part by the sizeable Rochdale contingent. 'Kid for a quid' had clearly done it's work. In addition to the swolen ranks of the under 16's elsewhere in Spotland, our own little patch of the Sandy had a few extra guests tonight. I had brought Lady Luck and Miss Nolan. Mr. Keane had brought both Mr. Keane snr. and Keane jnr. Mr. Mitchell had brought Mrs. Mitchell and his father in law, Geoff. It was shoulder to shoulder on the Sandy tonight.

Action:

Rochdale would make one change from what is emerging as Mr. Hill's favoured line up tonight. Nathan Stanton had turned an ankle in training between Saturday and today and would be replaced by Simon Ramsden at centre half. A fully recovered Lee Thorpe would take Ramsden's place on the bench.

The phrase 'a la mode' around Spotland these days is 'footballed to death'. As Mr. Swarbrick of Lancashire got things underway, it seemed another execution was in the offing.

There was none of the inconclusiveness of the opening minutes on Saturday. Rochdale went straight for the throat. Dagnall, Thompson, Adams and Buckley tore into a rather shellshocked Morecambe rear guard with apparent impunity.

The game unfolded almost exclusively in the Eric's half, the corner count rose and the infrequent forays forward from Morecambe were clinically extinguished by the Dale back four - who would then act as the spring board for another wave of pillage in the Morecambe half.

But here's the thing. It was still 0-0. Rattled Morecambe may have been but they never fell apart. Genuine attempts at goal from Rochdale were few as Morecambe threw everything they had in the path of the Rochdale advance. The best effort being a thumping drive from Dagnall which having beaten Roche in the Eric's goal, hit the inside of the post and then through some eccentric brand of physics the ball eschewed crossing the line and made it's way back into play.

Half time.

As Golden Gamble held the crowd spellbound I had a moment or two to speak to Miss. Nolan. Aside from her irrational dislike of pies, today marked a double first for her. Not only was it the first time she had seen Rochdale play - but it was also the first time she had been to a football match.

I asked her what she thought of her experience so far? She told me that Rochdale definitely had the better kit. High praise indeed.

Rochdale began the second half just as they had ended the first. Wave after wave of Dale attacks broke over the Morecambe sea wall. After five minutes all the 'footballing' paid off.

A cross from Adams, headed on by Thompson fell to the feet of Buckley. The Shaker Maker steadied himself, weighed up the options and then smashed the ball past Roche into the far, bottom corner. 1-0 Dale!

Here we go then! Another three points coming our way. Maybe bang in two or three more - just for the look of things - and job done.

That is indeed how it looked. Dale continued to swarm all over the Morecambe defences. Toner delivered a trade mark thunderbolt which was too hot for Roche to take at the first attempt.

 Thorpe - who had replaced Dagnall on 72 - appeared to have put the ball over the line only for a scrambling Roche to hook it back into play (this little episode did have a touch of the comic about it - not only did all the Dale fans start celebrating - but the 'we've just scored' music (Chelsea Dagger - The Fratelli's) blasted out over the tannoy, only to be abruptly stopped). Jones and Adams also had excellent chances to bag the elusive second goal. But it just didn't happen.

Quite what happened next still has me scratching my head. Morecambe introduced Dale old boy USS Howe around the 70 minute mark - who put himself about in his own unique style. Perhaps Howe's arrival sowed confusion in the Dale rearguard, perhaps Rochdale had decided to protect their lead for the balance of the tie, perhaps they had just worn themselves out with all of the 'footballing'. But they suddenly looked a bit short of ideas.

Morecambe weren't.

USS Howe created chaos in the Rochdale ranks. Shouts for penalties and Morecambe's first serious shots on goal followed. Deep into injury time the Eric's won a corner - Roche ran the length of the field to join in. The corner itself was parried - but only as far as a Morecambe shirt who headed it back into the area. With a comedy of errors going on all round him, Morecambe's Twiss found himself with the fairly straightforward task of poking the ball past a stranded Fielding and into the net. 1-1.

Summary:

Rochdale did football someone to death tonight. Unfortunately, it was themselves.

So much posession, so many chances and then with ten minutes left - so little idea.

This could have been, should have been a convincing win against a good but by no means outstanding Morecambe side. Instead we have a single point and slide to fifth in the table. By no means a disaster, but with high flying Brentford visiting on Saturday there is definitely some work to do.

As I trudged back to the car through the throng of Rochdale fans, with Lady Luck and Miss. Nolan in tow, I heard one word more than any other. I think you can guess which one.

Turner Watch:

Having recovered from his disappointment over the BAFTA's, he is pinning his hopes on the Brit Awards.

17/2/09

The sleeper must awaken

Littleborough Yellows FC 6 - 1 Radcliffe Jnrs FC

and in other results:

Morecambe FC 1 - 1 Rochdale AFC

Journey:

I doubt there are many more spectacular footballing venues than the pitch at Hare Hill Park. Surrounded on all sides by the muscular Pennines, even on a dreary day like today it is quite awe inspiring. The reason for this departure from my regular Saturday morning routine of supermarkets, DIY superstores and houseware emporia? Keane jnr would be taking station between the sticks for Littleborough Yellows in their third league encounter of the season.

In what was a very one sided encounter the Yellows would run in five before the interval during which time Keane jnr would only be pressed into action once to deal with a teasing cross. Littleborough's number's 8, 15 and 3 ran riot through the Juniors tattered defences.

The second half was by comparison a more even encounter. The Yellows struck early to further extend their advantage. However, the introduction of Radcliffe's number 14 meant that Littleborough's defence would have more to think about - but the Yellow's number 5 in particular excelled in a superbly organised defensive unit. Keane jnr would only be seriously called upon twice in the half. Once to save superbly from a fizzing Radcliffe freekick - and once to collect the ball from the net after a late Juniors penalty - which in fairness he did get his fingertips to.

6-1 Littleborough. A great game to watch.

With a muddied Keane jnr safely deposited with his very proud mother; Mr. Keane, Mrs. Eden-Maughan and I set off for the seaside.

M62, M60, M61, M6 - around an hour and a half allowing for an over extended viewing of Morecambe's treacherous one way system - and we were there.

It is a known fact that small children fall asleep in cars. Likewise, the elderly are also known to 'rest their eye's' on long car journeys. Mr. Keane does not technically fit into either category - but none the less he spent most of the journey dozing in the front seat. The brief interludes of his wakefulness mostly involved him sucking his teeth at every track my I-Pod produced.

Weather:

Grim.

Food:

Chilli cheesburger - £3. One mouthful and I was south of the border. I liked it so much that moments later I was back for another. Ay carumba!

On the other hand, Mr. Keane felt the need to express his reservations about the bread buns. Apparently, 'dry'. As I said earlier - not 'technically' elderly - but I expect he'll be telling me he fought a war for my 'sort' any day now...

Last week at Lincoln we discovered that Mr. Turner can produce Twix's at will. After eighteen years together - I discovered today that my wife can do the same trick. With a twist. She can also produce Snickers and Mars Bars. I seem to be at the eye of a confectionary conjuring storm. Help!

Ground:

Two modern, covered terraces at either end with an open terrace down one side. The thousand or so Dale faithful who made the journey north were safely ensconced under cover at one end.

Some weeks ago I watched a program about a wealthy American scouring the mountainous wastelands of Turkey for Noah's Ark. His efforts were sadly misguided. Said Ark is acting as the main stand at Christie Park. I will drop the wealthy American an e-mail when I get a moment.

Action:

Last Friday had been rather disappointing. Dale had done almost everything right - but with minutes to go a split second's indecision had cost two precious points. As shockingly poor as the referee had been - he wasn't responsible. Dale had done it to themselves.

Morecambe had experienced a nightmare of their own last week - an untrammled demolition at the hands of Gillingham. Perhaps Dale could capitalise on their shaken confidence and get back to winning ways?

Mr. Hill once more elected to make changes. Wiseman returned to right full-back and Joe Thompson replaced the Shaker Maker on the right of midfield. Toner retained his spot in the middle of the park.

After slow starts in recent weeks Dale got into their stride quickly and took full advantage of the space Morecambe seemed happy to allow them. Chances rapidly came Rochdale's way and only spirited Eric's defending prevented early work for the scorer.

It wasn't a surprise when Dale took the lead on twenty minutes. Well - that isn't quite true. It was a great surprise to me - as I was making my way to the prefab toilets and consequently missed it.

However, based on Mr. Keane's comments - Thompson had latched onto a cross from the left and guided it past the Morecambe keeper - Dagnall arriving at pace to conclude the matter. 1-0 Dale.

The balance of the half was all Rochdale. However, in spite of all the pressure and a frenzied interlude where the Eric's keeper, Roche was forced to make four consecutive reaction saves - Dale did not extend their advantage. Still, there is always the second half - we are a second half team afterall.

A big red cat. The Morecambe mascot is a big red cat. It is called Christie. Large feline's haven't been common in the Morecambe area for some time - so perhaps he came off the Ark when it landed - although that would lead you to believe that there is another large red cat somewhere in the area. Concerning for the locals.

Having got through a long and slightly over complicated variant on 'Open the Box' the second half got underway.

I expect that the Rochdale squad were still attempting to understand the rules of 'Open the Box' - or were concerned where the other big red cat might be - because when USS Howe picked up the ball on 47 minutes - no-one moved. A dash down the touchline and decent cross gave Ryan Taylor the straightforward task of heading past the unprotected Russell. 1-1.

Stung into action Dale roared forward - but in contrast to the first half, Morecambe did not give Rochdale the same amount of time or space. Rochdale seemed to have the better chances but the finishing gremlins were back again - even the introduction of Buckley and later LeFondre couldn't break the deadlock.

Another frustrating away trip. 1-1.

Summary:

I had a lot of time to mull over todays game on the way home. Mr. Keane and Mrs. Eden-Maughan slept most of the way from Morecambe to Rochdale.

Thompson once again impressed, Buckley twinkled sporadically, Dagnall on the scoresheet, Jones and Toner looking good in the middle of the park. Sadly Stanton was obliged to leave the field shortly after the equaliser following a heavy fall on his back. Fingers crossed that it was not as bad as it looked.

Watching Rochdale is a deeply irksome business at the moment. They play nice stuff, they create chances - good chances - but they struggle to put them away and have a worrying knack of letting teams back 'in' when they should be very firmly 'out'.

There is quality in this side, we simply haven't seem the best of them yet.

Rather like my passengers this afternoon - Rochdale don't seem fully awake yet.

Just like my passengers this afternoon - the sleeper must awaken.

Turner Watch:

A casualty of the world's deeping economic crisis.

18/10/08

Automatic for the people?

Rochdale AFC 1 - 0 Morecambe FC

Journey:

I know that a small number of you look forward to the weekly update on Sudden roundabout. It is therefore with some regret that I have to inform you - it has gone. Where once there was cones, chaos and men in hi-viz jackets - there is now a traditional junction supported by a system of ruthlessly efficient traffic lights. I barely had to slow down as I swept by.

However, something odd was happening on Roch Valley Way. Traffic. A long queue of traffic heading towards Spotland.

A slow crawl upto Spotland revealed that the queue went all the way up Sandy Lane as well. What was going on here?

Having finally parked up I strolled up to the Sandy Lane turnstiles. Queues! Queues to get into the Sandy!

There is an old joke I have had levelled at me once or twice:

If you go to Spotland you will see two queues: a long one and a short one. Don't join the long one. It's for the chippy.

A swift check around ensured that I hadn't made the obvious mistake.

It seemed that Rochdale Chairman, Chris Dunphy's 'Delia Smith' moment in the Observer had paid off. 3700 souls in Spotland today - now they begin to believe.

Weather:

Stern grey skies accompanied by an icy, swirling gale.

Food:

I finally caved in. Cheeseburger and Fanta. Not bad - but it would have been better if the ketchup dispenser hadn't sprayed me instead of the burger. Mr. Turner also went for the burger/Fanta combo. As is his wont, Mr. Mitchell did not partake.

We were pleasantly surprised by a guest appearance from Mr. Jones. All the more impressive for the fact that he had recently been so horribly electrocuted - or so it seemed judging from his 'do'. Mr. Keane was an uncharacteristic no-show. Last nights get together of the Littleborough Debating and Choral Society seemed to have got the better of him.

Away Support:

100 - perhaps 150. Disappointing considering the distance from Morecambe. However, the Shirmpers really don't have anything to play for. They are safe from relegation and the glimmer of a play-off place has long since been extinguished. Fairly vocal - but a bit disinterested.

Action:

This could be tricky. Rochdale have a mathematical chance of clinching the final automatic promotion slot - but - this relies upon Rochdale winning every one of their remaining games - and - Stockport and Hereford tripping up at least a couple of times.

As I have explained, Morecambe have nothing to play for - but - they have made a creditable fist of their first season in the Football League and would have no desire to be rolled over cheaply. Teams playing for pride alone have been a stumbling block for Dale in the past - fingers crossed.

The wind played a big part in procedings making for a nervy, scrappy affair. Both Dale and Morecambe had their moments in a game of contrasting styles. Dale persisited with their pacy, passing game - the Shrimpers played a more direct, but equally exciting variety of football. In spite of the intentions of both sides neither could really dictate the game.

Good defensive work from Stanton particularly held Morecambe at bay (yes, I do realise that there is a pun in here somewhere). A string of athletic reaction saves from the Shrimpers Davies meant that Dale would go unrewarded.

As John Moss (no, not the drummer from Culture Club) indicated the interval, a strongly contested 0-0 was all we had to show.

Half time was enlivened by children playing eleven a-side, ball boys taking penalties against Desmond the Dragon and of course 'Golden Gamble'. The winning ticket was drawn by Dale legend Steve Whitehall this week. Mr. Turner recently took part in a charity game against a Dale old boys team - Mr. Turner was marking Mr. Whitehall. Things did not go well. Let's leave it that Mr. Whitehall has another matchball to add to his collection.

In between frantically seeking updates on the Hereford and Stockport scores there was time left over to speculate on why Morecambe's club mascot is a large red cat. I mean come on. What was wrong with a big shrimp?

A slightly better affair in the second half. Both sides having come to terms with the conditions. Still a pretty open game with chances at both ends. It did seem for all the world that Dale and Morecambe would simply cancel one another out and we would see a rare 0-0 at Spotland.

A slightly below par Rundle made way for Muirhead on 62 and just four minutes later Dale were in the lead. Jones set up USS Howe on the edge of the six yard box who unleashed a blockbuster of a shot which - in spite of the best efforts of a diving Shrips defender on the line - found it's way into the back of the net. 1-0 Dale.

The balance of the half remained open and chances continued to come for both teams especially after the introduction of Dagnall for Dale on 78. In the last few minutes Morecambe did seriously press forward and gave Dale a few nervous moments. However, as the whistle blew it was 1-0 for Dale.

Dale would leave the field to a long and deserved ovation.

Summary:

Difficult weather, difficult tie, great result. A closely fought encouter which Dale just edged. Tommy Lee in goal was good when called upon. Stanton was as always awesome. Jones and Perkins energetic as ever in the middle of the park. USS Howe can't seem to miss these days and St. Adam although goal-less played a full part.

As I drove home the news came in that both Stockport and Hereford had lost their games. Dale are up to fourth - and now you gonna belive us?

Onward to Bury.

Turner Watch:

Nice to have Mr. Turner back - it has been such a long time. His main contibution today was making Mr. Mitchell lose his rag due to Mr. Turner's over loud conversation with me about his favourite movie, 'Willow'. Who would have thought '80's sci-fi would be so controversial?

19/04/08