Apologies in advance for the lengthy post coming up, amongst a number of other Oldham memories I've taken this extract from an upcoming book, maybe won't make an obvious list of Latics moments, but certainly a memorable one...
...It wasn’t a particularly special goal in technique terms. It wasn’t scored by a legend of Oldham, let alone a football legend. It wasn’t in a massive game or local derby. It wasn’t even by someone who was with us for an entire season.
It was a 20 year old who earned himself 2 months worth of contracts at the start of the 2003/04 season and made 13 appearances, a young lad by the name of Matt O’Halloran. At the time of writing, Matt is turning out for Lincoln Moorlands Railway, a long, long way away from league football. That for me is a shame, because Matt is someone who has a special place in my heart, and most importantly my eyes. He made me cry.
It wasn’t even that ‘special’ a strike. It was a decent hit as I remember, but not breathtaking. It somehow though became the strike that made me (and I’m sure a good many other Latics fans) cry. It was the moment, the signal that Oldham Athletic had regained consciousness after a summer of intensive care when it looked, on more than one occasion, like our club would breathe no more.
After a summer when former owner and Chris Moore had withdrawn his cash and rode off into the sunset leaving our club on the brink of liquidation. In the process, selling our best players who had come so close to sealing a place in the Championship for nothing and letting the remaining good players go for free.
O’Halloran had been drafted in as a cheap stop gap, one of a rag-tag bunch of journeyman pro’s and young, unproven castoffs. The pre-season friendlies that summer had been a mix of trial matches for anyone and everyone who could lace a pair of boots, and fund-raising celebrity/ex-pro exhibition games. It was sometimes difficult to tell the two types apart such was the bottom of the barrel that was being scrapped to bring people in.
Needs certainly did must at the start of the 2003/04 season, indeed the fact that we had a club at all to kick off the season was enough for most of us. It really isn’t an exaggeration to say that we were hours, if not minutes away from the club going out of business. So it didn’t matter that they were a rag-tag bunch, they were our rag-tag bunch.
As you’d expect with such a summer of turmoil we hadn’t started the season that well. 6 games into the season we’d gained 1 point, a remarkable one at that as a once retired John Sheridan stroked home a penalty that went some way to earning Latics a 2-2 draw against just relegated Sheffield Wednesday at Hillsborough. Sheridan even then in his 30’s had the knees of a 65 year old. Still 6 games in and we were in the relegation zone and the season was looking longer by the game.
Matt O’Halloran, who made his first start in Latics blue in that Sheffield Wednesday game, was on the bench for the visit of Rushden and Diamonds, a side that had been rushing through the divisions backed by the Dr Martens millions of Max Griggs, with future Oldham manager Brian Talbot in charge. Things had started well in the game itself with the legend John Sheridan, creaking knees n’all slotting home an early penalty. Then Onandi Lowe, a name many Soccer Saturday viewers will remember, hit a screamer from fully 35 yards that arrowed into the goal in front of me and Andy and Rushden were level. It was the kind of goal that gets scored against you when you’re at the bottom. A frustratingly great goal for opposition fans such as us. You just know that even if the player in question has a habit of long distance strikes, it would still be the only one of he’ll ever hit, and he’s scored it against you.
We played excellently in that first half and should’ve been further in front, however it wasn’t until the 2nd half that we scored again. This time Mr Michelle Marsh (aka Will Haining) scrabbled home a scrappy goal to put us 2-1 up, before Marcus Bignot scored for Rushden in the 81st minute.
We were broken.
I turned to Andy, and he gave me the same look I knew was on my face, the one of depressing inevitability. We had deserved to win the game, yet here we were level at 2-2 desperate for a win of any kind, it looked a long way off and we knew it. Oldham manager Iain Dowie took the final, and only, gamble he could, throwing on the youngsters Carlos Roca (from the youth team) and Matt O’Halloran on in the 85th minute. In all honesty it felt like nothing more than a token gesture to see if anything, just anything could happen.
Inevitably the final 5 minutes rushed by and the stewards were out lining up ready for the full time whistle. 4 minutes of injury time were almost up when the ball was played into young striker Scott Vernon. He teed up the young, unassuming blond lad who from almost nowhere arrowed a shot towards the Chaddy End goal. Even with a defender trying his best to get in the way there was no stopping it, and in that way that always seems to happen at these moment, for the split-ist of split seconds a collective intake of breath meant it seemed to go deathly quiet.
Then booooooooom!
The crowd exploded, Andy and I were jumping like men possessed and 5,000 Oldham fans were going mental. Matt O’Halloran, had produced a moment that will live with me forever.
This future nobody of league football hit the goal that gave us win number one of the 2003/04 season and something even more important. It was the moment a summer of heartache, worry, stress and devastation came flooding out of us all. Well it certainly came flooding out of me. In the midst of the celebrations, at the end of a huge primeval, braveheart style roar of celebration, I felt the tears of relief rolling down my face. We’d done it, my club felt saved and it felt good.
Thank you Mr Matt O’Halloran.