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Huddersfield Town - Reading
Championship - 29 May 2017
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Well, that was an appalling game but a fun shoot-out, even by the standard. Huddersfield deserved that based on how the teams played today, and I'd not back against them staying up next season.
GOAL! HUDDERSFIELD WIN THE SHOOT-OUT 4-3 AND ARE PROTOMOTED TO THE PREMIER LEAGUE! WHAT AN ACHIEVEMENT!
Schindler's kick was not a good one, to Al-Habsi's right, but it found its way in, and here we are!
SAVED! READING 3-3 HUDDERSFIELD Obita goes right, Ward goes left, and pulls off the save! If Huddersfield score, they're up!
GOAL! READING 3-3 HUDDERSFIELD Brilliant from Mooy, who expertly slots home!
MISS! READING 3-2 HUDDERSFIELD Up goes the head, back goes the back, and Moore absolutely leathers over the top!
GOAL! READING 3-2 HUDDERSFIELD Wells opens his body and sends into the right side-netting, halfway up.
GOAL! READING 3-1 HUDDERSFIELD Kelly absolutely dematerialises his effort into the roof!
SAVE! READING 2-1 HUDDERSFIELD Tame, tired effort from Hefele! Soft and slow to Al-Habsi's right, not in the corner either, and he saves comfortably!
GOAL! READING 2-1 HUDDERSFIELD Ward dives right, Williams tickles central. Nicely done.
GOAL! READING 1-1 HUDDERSFIELD Lovely from Lowe, opassing left-footed into the bottom-left.
GOAL! READING 1-0 HUDDERSFIELD Kermorgant does his best to look blase, then cracks his kick low into the bottom-left.
So, Huddersfield have won the toss for ends; Reading will kick first.
Of course, Huddersfield won a penalty shoot-out to get to here, but Al-Habsi is the kind of kid who saves them.
Imagine if there was a footballing prize on offer to the play-off winners, not just a sack of money.
Penalties it is.
Full-time: Huddersfield Town 0-0 Reading
There'll be no added time, and Town have a free-kick on the right, 35 yards out ... Lowe swerves it to the back post, where Cranie and Palmer slide in - not quite in time.
Butcher, Trautman ... Moore!
Huddersfield have created all the best chances - they really ought to be in the pub by now.
...Huddersfield break with Quaner and Palmer, the latter crossing low to find Wells in the box! This is his chance! But he can't get his body round it, he can't find the power in his leg, and he drags a tame effort wide. Of course he does.
The ball in picks out Hogg, who heads clear...
Gunter nips the ball away from Hogg, who ploughs through him; no second yellow, which is just about right. Free-kick to Reading close to the right touchline and almost level with the corner of the box.
Aftyer a brief flurry of relative not-quite-excitement, we're back to more of the same.
Van la Parra moves down the left side of the box, just on its edge, and Ilori comes over to swipe the ball away. There are appeals for a fouk, and the ref seems to consider them for second - presumably he's also had enough of this nonsense - before waving play on.
Huddersfield win a corner down the right and Mooy drives a kick flat towards the back post. Hefele comes flying in, but Moore does just enough to keep him away from the ball.
McCleary has looked lively since coming on, and he pulls right then moves the ball behind his standing leg to cut inside. But Schindler, who's followed him out there, is having no such thing and quickly pounces to clear.
Photographic representation of this game.
Also known as "having a drink". And my oh my do they need one.
Half-time in extra-time: Huddersfield Town 0-0 Reading
Kelly makes ground down the right and cuts back for McCleary just outside the box. He shifts the ball inside onto his left foot, then cracks a low shot which scooshes just wide. John Madejski is annoyed, so every cloud and all that.
This is all set for a spawny winner on 119 minutes to deprive us of the penalties which are the least that we deserve.
There shall be two added minutes.
Quanrer picks up a ball that's loose folliwing a bum pass from Evans; he lanks forward, so Obita drags him backl by the wiast and takes his yellow.
Hefele takes a bang in the phizog going up for a header, and there's a brief break while he revives himself.
Two things happen! First, Palmer doesn't get on the end of a through-ball, then McCleary lashes a shot miles away. It's all go now!
And a final alteration for Reading: Jonathan Swift goes back to Llilliput, and Kelly replaces him.
Final shy for Uddersfield: Palmer replaces Brown, having not played since February.
This isn't the worst game I've seen this season, but it's in the bottom one.
Smith is on crutches and with his foot in ice. He does not look at all thrilled.
Apparently Stam was impressing upon his players how much Huddersfield have tired. I'm not surprised, haven't we all?
Quaner moseys down the right and wins a corner, driven by Mooy, Anderton-style, towards Brown at the near post. But he can't get hold of it, the ball squirts back into the danger area, and Ilori clumps it away.
I've no idea who's going to win this, so there's that.
Off it goes.
The captains toss-up again. It's easily the most significant thrill since half-time.
Another half-hour of this is precisely what the world needs.
Full-time: Huddersfield Town 0-0 Reading
Mooy finds Wells, is taken out by Evans, and Wells shoots tamely wide.
Swift mooches forward to try and save us all the pain of extra-time, but he drags his shot wide of the near post.
Despite promising starts to both halves, this game has been dustbins and drains.
Swift fouls Hogg in centrefield, waits to be penalised, isn't, and sends the ball wide for McCleary down the left. His cross is aimed at the back post, and Gunter arrives precvisely there, but can't get over it, heading high.
Hefele is down with cramp. The game should, in my opinion, continue without him. He needs to get fitter.
Mooy overhits his corner by plenty.
There shall be seven additional minutes, announced as Brown pulls left and wins Huddersfield a corner....
I was wrong, I'm afraid - Smith departs on a stretcher, hopefully jarred rather than ligamented. He's a player, though, and will play in the Premier League even if Huddersfield don't come up. He's replaced by Cranie.
Smith is still down, but it looks like he'll be able to continue.
Smith gets himself forweard but as he prepares to shoot, in slides Kermorgant, making him kick thorugh an extended leg. He feels it.
The corner isn't especially good, but when the ball is returned into the box, Ilori can't sort himself out to get it goalwards.
Reading are knocking at the door now, Ilori lifting a pass forward and into the path of Gunter, whose first touch is excellent, setting him for a low cross. It's aimed at Kermorgant, but Hefele does brilliantly to slide it behind.
Bringing on McClearty suggests that Stam us trying to win this, but when a long ball finds him he's got no help whatsoever. He does well to hold it up though, and eventually Hefele brings him down for no reason, only for Swift to clear the free-kick.
Mooy finds space down the right and in behind, barging through Williams when he goes to ground before cutting back into the box. The pass is for Brown, but arriving onto it, Quaner can't help himself but take it on the burst, except his feet aren't sorted and the chance goes wide.
Williams is a lot of fun, and bursts down the left, so Smith slides in from behind and trips him, proper playground gear. Booking.
Change for Reading: McCleary for Grabban. Stam is trying to win this in 90.
Nice fro Kermorgant, pulling right ansd curling a low cros into the middle for Grabban. But Schindler is alice to it and diverts the ball clear.
Wells curls a shot straight into Kermorgant's face, on the edge of the wall.
Wells finds space outside the box and Gunter steps across him; free-kick Huddersfield, 25 yards out, left of centre...
Lowe finds Van la Parra down the left, and his cross is no use at all, but Ilori heads onto Mooy's laces; his shot is striaght at Al-Habsi.
This game really, really needs a goal.
Change for Huddersfield: a deeply disgruntled Kachunga is withdrawn, with Quaner replacing him.
Change for Reading: Obita for Van den Berg.
Corner to Huddersfield down the left and Mooy goes short then takes the return. His cross is no good though, despite the wider angle, and when the ball goes back in Van den Berg takes a wild swing at it, nabbing some of Hefele too. No foul, says the ref, and looks right to me.
Huddersfield make a mess of a break and to compensate himself Kachunga gives the ref some mouth. He's booked.
Gunter steps inside to try a cross with his left foot ...he can barely muscle the ball into the air, sending a pass behind Kermorgant who tries a hopeful overhead kick and gets naewhere.
Grabban finds himself on the end of a pass from Kermorgant and tries to lob Ward, instead sending an effort trickling plenty wide.
The lull has started earlier than it did in the first half.
This half has started rather like the first, Huddersfield too busy and too aggressive for Reading. But can they make it count?
Kachunga gets away down the right amnd Smith loses Blackett on the underlap. Kachunga loses Van den Berg too, but can't quite poke the ball into his mate's stride.
Good start to the half, Brown wriggling space at inside-right and forcing a desperate chalenge from the already-booked Van den Berg as he tries to skip outside him.
First flash of Reading! They swarm forward and Evans lashes a shot goalwards from 25 yards that Ward have to dive for, clawing away and clear of danger.
Lowe shmies forward and with no one arriving to unload him, unloads a shot. But he doesn't get hold of it properly and Al-Habsi collects easily.
And here we go again....
That game started really nicely, with both sides playing like they meant it - Huddersfield in particular, who created two excellent chances. But as the half wore on, the quality dwindled, and here we are.
Half-time: Huddersfield Town 0-0 Reading
Kermorgant nips between Smith and Hefele as they dally and from a narrow angle drives a shot into the ground - the ball skips up, Hefele heads behind, and the corner comes to nowt.
Reading fans have those clapper things. Of course they do.
There shall be two added minutes, and both sides look like they need half-time, having run out of ideas somewhat.
Van den Berg is allowed to drag forward and he finds Blackett outside him, but the ball goes sideways and backwards, then behind.
Van la Parra chucks himself to floor in front of Stam and to incriminate Williams, winning a free-kick. Stam is wearing those black pumps with the white soles, a rare frippery from him.
Bit scrappy these last few minutes, lots of charging around, not lots of accurate passes. But I'll tell you this: I'd not be shocked to see either of these sides survive in the Premier League.
"After God, John Burridge" - no, not the name of a post-punk band, but Ali Al-Habsi on his biggest influence.
Reading have been a bit better these last few minutes, without creating the semblance of the possibility of a chance.
Reading win a free-kick 35 yards out, dead centre, and Swift stands behind it ... he ties the old knuckleball, but makes a right pig's arse of it, stubbing wide.
Incredibly, given two sides committed to attack, neither keeper has made a save yet.
If Huddersfield win this, Williams is going to be a lot of fun in the Prem next season - he really does not wait to be asked.
Brilliant from Williams, tearing into one foul without punishment, winning the ball and bursting through two challenges before Hogg slices him in half. He's booked.
I'm not sure what the Reading plan is here. The way to get around the press of a team like Huddersfield is with long balls, but they don't seem to have that inclination. Perhaps they're waiting for their opposition to slow down.
Huddersfield have really good movement, and also attack in numbers. Wells causes havoc running across the line, and eventually Lowe's cross is headed behind; the corner comes to nothing.
This is a fun game so far.
Reading work the ball right for the first time this afternoon and Gunter reaches it on the burst. But Lowe sees him coming and lanches into a challenge to knock it out of stride, taking a trample in the follow-through. There's a pause while he receives treatment.
Smith is a really good player, and he slides a ball in behind for Wells, who's pulled wide. His low cross is a decent one, but doesn't pick anyone out and Reading clear.
Kermorgant is late on Smith, helping himself to a chunk of Achilles, and is booked for his trouble. I've no idea what he said in protest.
Lovely from Huddersfield, Smith into Kachunga, who turns beautifully and eases away from Van den Berg, who has one swipe, then two, earning himself a booking. Free-kick, 25 yards out, but Mooy curls behind.
Reading get on the ball and knock it about midfield, before a long ball skims off Swift's head and into the hands of Ward.
I'd pay to watch a zane-off between David Wanger and Jurgen Klopp.
Immediately Reading retort, getting the ball into Grabban's feet, and he unfurls a curler which drifts just past the post.
Reading can hardly get a kick at the moment - Huddersfield are just playing too quickly for them. And here's some evidence, Kachunga and Smith combining down the right to allow the former to cross low ... and Brown arrives with perfect timing at the far post! Except, somehow, he slides wide from four yards! Oh dear, dear me!
I trust Mooy's dressing room nickname is Cjde.
It's strange that usually, finals are cagey, but the one with most at stake - in a way, at least - is so often a good game.
...and Mooy's delivery is excellent! In the middle, Hefele loses Van den Berg, but he can only get a flick when it needed a forehead, and the ball flied wide.
Uddersfield have started well, pressing Reading back and in possession. They win a free-kick down the left, level with the edge of the box...
Spot the odd word out.
Reading are straight onto the attack, but Wells is caught offside running across the line.
There shall be a minute of silence to remember those who died in Manchester last week.
Jaap Stam is looking hard. More news as I get it.
Atmosphere's building ... let's have a commercial break!
David Wagner is wearing a black syoot and shirt. Apparently the national anthem is to be sung, because, well, er, um, ... that's what they do in America?
Hands are being shaken, something to do with someone from a gambling company. Feel free to read this instead: a piece about Reading's record-breaking start to the 1985-86 season.
Seamus Dolan, son of the late Eamonn, former assitant-manager, is leading out Reading.
Does anyone outside of Reading want Reading to win this? I can think of little I can be less arsed with than another trip to the Majedski.
Stam, meanwhile, says that no words he can think of will make any difference.
Wagner says there are no secrets. Both teams know their opponents, but he thinks his team have a very good chance. What does he think his final words will be? "I've no at idea at the minute, guffaw."
Jaap Stam says his team have spoken about handling the occasion, but it's about doing what they've done to get here.
On Sky, David Prutton is elegising David Wagner and he hasn't even mentioned Garry Monk. Their altercation is probably my highlight of the season.
Grown man dept:
So we've got Huddersfield's fire - David Wagner would be a lot of fun to watch wind-up the self-importants of the Prem - versus Reading's idealism - Jaap Stam would be a lot of fun to watch frighten the self-importants of the Prem.
Good old Viessmann!
Afternoon all, and welcome to "the richest match in football", which is, of course, precisely why we're here. But it comes with a fringe benefit: the winner also gets to play in the top division of English football[; small potatoes, I know, but some quaint folk like that kind of thing.