Tuesday, 12 December 2017

BFC 0-3 Derby County, Saturday 9th December 2017

‘Bradshaw won’t get 12 by Xmas 2018, nevermind 2017’
Work do, Fri nite.  (Not me.)  An omen?

I’m fast running out of ways to describe the latest ineptitude at Oakwell.  Is that 5 defeats in a row or 6?  Who cares?  Little Lee made it 8 (and knocked us out of the cup by non-leaguers) so by my reckoning, Hecky can lose us 20 on the spin and still be safe.  Some people say it’s difficult to wonder what’s happened, but it looks pretty simple to me: the defence can’t defend, the attack can’t attack and the midfield can’t midfield.  The goalkeeper doesn’t do much keeping of goal either.  Did they really score with every shot on target?  Thank god they only had 3 shots on target, in that case.
The Derby whores hordes.

Like Dirty Leeds, we’d lost this game by half time.  In a nothing game of football with nothing happening, Derby open the scoring when one of our centre halves clears the ball to his own area, and while McCarthy stares at it, they nip in and score.  Simples.  The second I thought was a well worked move.  Well, it must have been, cos none of our defenders got near any of the 3 attackers involved in the build up.  Vydra sidefoots home.  (Later, in the 2
nd half, we miss the same chance, before Derby run up the field to bag a 3rd.)  About the closest we came to scoring in that opening period was an overhit backpass the keeper scrambled away.  (BTW, did that count as one of our ‘shots on target’, cos I’m struggling to remember anymore.)
Match action in front of the old Main Stand.

Early 2
nd half, Derby survive the early Reds onslaught (well, a Potts 20 yarder which cannons off the bar) before the game descends into more nothingness.  Then, a rare chance, as Moncur’s trickery sets up Barnes, to set up Ugbo…who hits the keeper from 8 yards.  That’s ok though, it’s not like Derby will run up the other end and…oh.  A bit of head tennis on the edge of our box and Derby show how it’s done again, a crisp half volley from 20 yards.  Shoot early, shoot on target, and you get your results.  I leg it to the loo and miss what I presume is the highlight of the match: booing Sammy the Snake coming on for the Rams.  Oh well, at least Super Sam shows our defenders how it’s done, clearing a ball from virtually under our bar.  Tw*t.
0-3, the Ponty empties.

*** No-one.  They were all varying levels of s***. 
** No-one.  But I’d be hard pushed to think of anyone who impressed me even slightly, ‘cept for
Moncur.  The more we play Potts and Gardner, the more Moncur looks like a footballer.  We are going down.

Londontykes' MOTM:  1. Williams  2. Moncur  3. Thiam
Twitter MOTM: I have no f***ing idea.  There was one, right?  (It was Harvey Barnes)

Despatches:
Those Derby fans, they must be really confused.  One minute they’re singing they wanna go home, Barnsley’s not all that salubrious, next minute it’s ‘Don’t take me home, please don’t take me home’.  I won’t miss ‘em.  Plenty of crowing on the train platform too.  Well done lads – your team has beaten Barnsley.

Our players?  I have no more words to say on the matter.  Davies, Yiadom, Lindsay, Bradshaw, Thiam, Potts, Gardner.  S***.  S***. S***.  S***.  S***.  S***.  S***.  Honestly, Moncur is the least of our problems.  But why can’t McGeehan get a game?  Why was Fryers dropped?  Why do we WANT to get relegated?  As for Thiam, one backheel doth not a footballer make.  Learn to pass it with the side of your foot before you try the fancy stuff. Or try scoring a goal, that'd be good.

A seasoned regular tries to stay warm.

Drink du jour: Arcade Ale House this week and they’ve only gone and got themselves some bottled Weihenstephaner.  All the way up till I drank them out of it.  Then a 7.2% Sierra Nevada Torpedo ipa, which I recommend heartily.  Those and the fish and chips (Gary’s Fisheries) almost made the day worthwhile.  Vodka and orange on the way back, but we took it easy, not even finishing a bottle between 3 of us.  Sad days.

Oh, and after sending a Whatsapp message proclaiming still being awake as I crossed the Thames…I fell asleep.  Still, 1st one of the season, I think.

Onwards and upwards!

Away: 3,166

The Damage:
£23.80 train
= £23.80

The Tunes:
Let Them Eat Chaos (Kate Tempest)
Best of ….. (The Specials)

ps, my money’s safe.  Perhaps we should make it ‘can Bradshaw even have 2 shots by Xmas?’


Panorama v Derby County.
Still awake....

Christmas in Peckham.





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