Channel 4 presents THE RACE TO THE WORLD CUP - World Cup 94, eighteenth qualifier game
CANADIAN DOMINION 4-4 SAINT ELEANOR (Sebastian Colt 11 and 40, Cohen Aceron 28, Izabella Mayer 56; Rick Goldsmith 8, David Newcastle 22, Bridget Coombe 67 [pen], Naresmet taFrexala 87)
Report by Candy Hewitt, Channel 4 football analyst: Saint Eleanor struggled to impress against the Canadian Dominion again despite the high-scoring nature of the affair, with only Naresmet taFrexala's second-ever international goal standing between them and two pointless encounters against the Gander. The opening stages suggested that this would have been as much a ding-dong encounter as the first leg: Rick Goldsmith, with the first serious chance of the game, engaged in some serious trickery - more than most Eleanorians would even consider - before pinging one into the top corner to give them the lead. Sebastian Colt, with the second, piled a simple, rapidfire equaliser straight down the middle.
This was a free-flowing encounter if you ignore the degree of physicality employed by both sides. A sorry standing tackle from Max Prince which managed to obviously take down Goldsmith got him a booking, although Jessica Martin's short-range magic did not help. David Newcastle, on the other side of the pitch, was perfect - although his revenge strike was claimed rather further infield, almost drifting between the central defenders for Cathy Winchester to tee him up after an unexpected solo run from deep.
Cohen Aceron's impromptu free kick just a matter of minutes later, set up by himself after being shamelessly upended by Lydia Nicholls (promptly dismissed for her actions), proved rather more successful, zipping its way high into the net as his effort left both the wall and the goalkeeper alike almost frozen in place. While Colt came close to a second, his big chance almost immediately afterwards surging just inches over the bar, he struck gold right before the half-time whistle with a rather more measured effort which distracted Sam Newbridge - an impressive achievement in itself - before creeping past John Bailey where he did not expect.
3-2 up, home advantage in the second half, and with an attacking attitude already: who wouldn't deputise some of their deeper players to help out in building the lead? Aaron McDonald proved he would. The entire midfield four was more proactive in pushing forwards, helping Colt and Aceron with their own attacking opportunities (they were still plugging away despite their intense opening session), and even offering their own. Ryan Hamilton was unlucky that his effort skidded across the face of goal ten minutes into the half - a case with nobody, even Bailey, to answer for it. Izabella Mayer proved more successful: her cheeky chip from distance, one which firmly wrong-footed Bailey and forced him to backtrack just too late to prevent the strike from creeping in. Still, McDonald must have known it was a dangerous game; that he persisted with it was telling.
Now, all hope once more seemed lost for Saint Eleanor - but their desperate attempts to claw back the deficit paid off in fashion that would be hilarious if it were not tragic. Bridget Coombe, de-facto penalty taker with Martin's earlier withdrawal, took advantage of Prince's by-then-expected red card to wrong-foot Tristan Clarke. Steve Pilchard swung his boot at an uncertain long-range effort that was fumbled by Clarke so badly that Goldsmith almost rocked up with a second goal - or would have done absent his reflex reaction. Newcastle, chancing his luck from the corner of the 18-yard box, forced Clarke into yet another save: his effort deflected off Phoenix Wood's shin and would have led to an own goal absent intervention. Ultimately, however, it was taFrexala whose response to a late corner kick was first but best, as he hammered a difficult half-volley resulting from a Martin overshoot into the perfect position.
Realistically, Saint Eleanor should have allowed themselves one slippage in all of the remaining five games of qualifying. This, believe it or not, was that slippage. There will only be one arguably-easy game in the rest of the home stretch; play their cards wrong and that number could drop to zero. If these kinds of performances are replicated at any stage whatsoever, Priscilla Evans can say hello to the Cup of Harmony for the ninth time in her thirteen-cycle-long career; they will definitely not suffice to deliver her a third winner's medal even in that competition. Improvements are desperately needed - although Coombe, meek as ever, refuses to accept that the campaign is in any more danger than it was this morning.

Thirty Years of Eleanorians - 1993: "I try to make fast food from scratch with my dad"
Published by Simon Howard on April 19th 2005
Eleven-year-old Dominic Jackson has acquired a reputation in some circles in Parkside Community School for being an unwitting bully, one he will admit is a holdover from his primary school days and chalks down to being "a little nuisance." In others, however, he and his father, Eleanorian Post delivery driver Kevin, are famous for completely different reasons. "I went to the Torch over here a couple of summers ago and nagged my dad a lot for the burger sauce so he got it just to see what it was like. We did burgers at home sometimes so I thought that would be nice."
Torch's burger sauce is nominally secret; squeezable bottles of it are sold exclusively at each of its branches, but there is no hint to its contents other than warnings that it contains allergens such as egg and mustard. "I spent days looking at the list but we didn't work out what it meant. Then I saw that our bottle of mayo had egg and mustard warnings on it, too. I told dad and he said that, while the burger sauce wasn't just mayo, he had one at a local place a few years ago which had ketchup and mayo and he said it tasted similar. We mixed the two, squeezed it on burgers and it just tasted really similar."
Over the course of the holidays, the Jacksons painstakingly refined this blend; they now agree that two servings of ketchup, with three of mayonnaise, comes the closest to replicating the Torch feeling. "Our taste testers are our neighbours: Sophia, James and Rachel and their son Mike, Gaffy and Melly, and Peter - who's so old he got on one of the first boats to the island eighty years ago. We ask them around to try our burgers every now and then and they say it's really good and almost comes that close to replicating the original taste."
The store-bought patties wouldn't cut it, however: Torch's signature patty is known to be a thin and crumbly quarter-pounder. Unlike the secret sauce, introduced in the late 1970s for purely commercial reasons, the patty reputedly originated in 1974, when supplies of more processed meat were hampered by the war. "People do say it feels like mince. It starts to get easy from here because if you have enough mincemeat from the shop and roll it into big flat circles, that is pretty much what Torch does. It's not quite the real thing, again, but it's about 90% there and any more would be too much effort."
Incredibly, however, Torch doesn't put sauce on your burger by default. "You start with the normal quarter-pounder and you can ask for more patties, ask for cheese, ask for the sauce, ask for bacon and so on. Standing in queues, I think only one in three or four people ask for the sauce. In my experience, however, the sliced cheese and almost-rectangle-like bacon rashers, not the ones that look like chops of meat, that you can get from your local supermarket are very close to what Torch does, too."
The Jackson pair have offered the fake Torch burgers beyond their street, including around the Liberator's Park area under names such as Match, Lighter and - on Kevin's initiative - We Can't Really Call Ourselves Torch. They have even selled their own bottles of the crude homemade sauce, under the Jackson brand. "We had Torch's CEO visit our stall once; he'd never try and take us out of business and he loved the burgers. He said they weren't as good as his, though, and I know why that is." The junior partner has, however, ruled out a wider offering. "We're doing this just for fun. If I tried to enter the market with our own fast food place, they'd drive us out of business before they even had the chance to sue us!"
All in all, together, offerings beyond Torch have been slim. Premium Coffee's special imported blends of coffee are "either too hard or too easy" to even generally replicate, Jackson junior admits, while their snacks are made to "recipes literally anyone can make if you get a desserts cookbook from your library." They have tried to replicate Willis fried chicken, but found to their surprise that putting a store-bought chicken into the deep frier was "similar to that, if you sprinkle a few spices on top before you eat." And they have completely ruled out any attempts to emulate the infamous Super Slice restaurant in Broadlands because "the portion is too big for our oven" - while the pizzeria industry, he argues, doesn't have enough signature flavours "to be made really worth our time doing them."
Jackson's awareness of restaurant chains all over the world - from Tikariot's Curry in a Hurry vans to Hannah Ranucci's Shooters Bar and Grill franchises to the many, many eateries of Ceni, the site of Saint Eleanor's greatest sporting accomplishment - is superficially strong. He does, however, accept he is not well-versed in their exact styles yet. "I'll need to read about those more over the summer holidays; I've got school so I can't do it right now. Once I get that done, I'm going to start cooking up a storm and you won't believe the kinds of results I'll give you. You didn't believe my Willis or Torch dupes, either!"




















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