‘Going Down With the Millwall’
You know the drill by now. We win a game and I tell you the only reason we won was cos of how bad the opposition were. And then Loko laments my negativity. But tis true. This fixture will be repeated next season – in division 3. (Actually, thinking of Loko, I hear he arrived late, so he problies thinks it was a scoreless draw – don’t tell him, anyone).
By the time we scored the only goal of the game, the scene had already been set. Despite dragging in Wilson to hopefully repeat the Brazilian football of yesteryear, we went all rudimentary against Millwall, electing to hoof the ball long as often as possible. As I bemoaned the 4th or 5th time we’d done it early doors, another hopeful punt was launched, only this time we had a player running behind the defence (there’s a novel idea). Even better, it was Waddington’s arch nemesis James O’Brien. He’s rubbish he is – as he pulls the ball down from the sky, cuts inside, rounds the keeper and plants a cheeky finish through the legs of a defender.
Then…well, not much. Not much I can remember. We continued hoofing it, they continued losing it, they missed a couple of close range scrambles (not sure how they stayed out) while we created FA. Yes, Jennings sidefooted a tame effort at the keeper when O’Brien (him again) was well placed, but Jennings had earnt the right to miss, skinning their full back. Mellis went off at HT to the disappointment of no-one, Dawson came on and ran about a bit. We had a couple of half chances before O’Grady had no clue what to do, 35 yards out, with the keeper 10 yards out of his area. Can someone buy him a bottle of composure, with a squirt of quick thinking thrown in?
Yes, Millwall were s***.
*** Frimpong. Won absolutely everything in midfield.
** Crainie. Him and Ramage were rocks, but Crainie edges it cos of a couple of crucial blocks.
* Jennings. Who is this new bloke?
Sponsors MOTM: Jim O’Brien (he’s rubbish he is).
Despatches:
Nice to see Jimbo bag. Ran around enthusiastically the rest of the game too, as did Dawson when he came on. German Nick didn’t do much (I haven’t seen him do ANYTHING yet, given that if he’s not scoring he’s doing nowt, and I’ve not seen him score). Brek can waste time like a pro in the corner (but I hate to see us do this – it just sends the message we’re not interested in scoring).
Drink du jour: vodka and orange, followed by a couple of celebratory Asahi with Gandy in Kings X.
I also stayed up to see us win on the FLS…or to be more precise, I was home in time to fall asleep on the couch and woke up to see Jim O’Brien (he’s rubbish he is) notch.
Onwards and upwards!
A
You know the drill by now. We win a game and I tell you the only reason we won was cos of how bad the opposition were. And then Loko laments my negativity. But tis true. This fixture will be repeated next season – in division 3. (Actually, thinking of Loko, I hear he arrived late, so he problies thinks it was a scoreless draw – don’t tell him, anyone).
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By the time we scored the only goal of the game, the scene had already been set. Despite dragging in Wilson to hopefully repeat the Brazilian football of yesteryear, we went all rudimentary against Millwall, electing to hoof the ball long as often as possible. As I bemoaned the 4th or 5th time we’d done it early doors, another hopeful punt was launched, only this time we had a player running behind the defence (there’s a novel idea). Even better, it was Waddington’s arch nemesis James O’Brien. He’s rubbish he is – as he pulls the ball down from the sky, cuts inside, rounds the keeper and plants a cheeky finish through the legs of a defender.
Then…well, not much. Not much I can remember. We continued hoofing it, they continued losing it, they missed a couple of close range scrambles (not sure how they stayed out) while we created FA. Yes, Jennings sidefooted a tame effort at the keeper when O’Brien (him again) was well placed, but Jennings had earnt the right to miss, skinning their full back. Mellis went off at HT to the disappointment of no-one, Dawson came on and ran about a bit. We had a couple of half chances before O’Grady had no clue what to do, 35 yards out, with the keeper 10 yards out of his area. Can someone buy him a bottle of composure, with a squirt of quick thinking thrown in?
Yes, Millwall were s***.
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*** Frimpong. Won absolutely everything in midfield.
** Crainie. Him and Ramage were rocks, but Crainie edges it cos of a couple of crucial blocks.
* Jennings. Who is this new bloke?
Sponsors MOTM: Jim O’Brien (he’s rubbish he is).
Despatches:
Nice to see Jimbo bag. Ran around enthusiastically the rest of the game too, as did Dawson when he came on. German Nick didn’t do much (I haven’t seen him do ANYTHING yet, given that if he’s not scoring he’s doing nowt, and I’ve not seen him score). Brek can waste time like a pro in the corner (but I hate to see us do this – it just sends the message we’re not interested in scoring).
Drink du jour: vodka and orange, followed by a couple of celebratory Asahi with Gandy in Kings X.
I also stayed up to see us win on the FLS…or to be more precise, I was home in time to fall asleep on the couch and woke up to see Jim O’Brien (he’s rubbish he is) notch.
Onwards and upwards!
A
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