Granted, we lost. In a sh*t or bust game, the Super Reds passion for victory barely registered. Did we have an attack? Connell had a 20 yarder wot skewed wide, but otherwise...? Chorlton didn’t have much either, though they did force Smith into a couple of good diving saves. Sadly, he’d already conceded a soft effort, a free kick wot seemed to squirm through him. I can see why he’s been rejected for, variously, Slonina, Kilip and Gauci. What I can’t see is why we paid a reputed £200k for him. Did Chorlton hit the post as well? I have a vague recollection.
Truth be told, I didn’t see much of the game, spending most of it turning around to chat rubbish. Problem was, whenever I faced the pitch, nothing happened. Indeed, we were 68 minutes in before I realised (actually, before someone pointed it out) that we’d made a bunch of subs. It didn’t matter (the subs, I mean) as the game limped to a conclusion in the same way it had limped throughout.
So there it is, the season ending with a whimper, not a bang. We shuffled out with much the same apathy as the players.
Onwards and upwards!
*** No-one. An early dribble from DKD, a shot (wide) from Connell? It’s not good enough.
** No-one. Him again.
* No-one. The hattrick!
Londontykes’ MOTM: 1. Roberts 2. DKD 3= Connell
Despatches:
We peaked early with that SALT place in Deptford. Perfect. I’m looking forward to Chorlton away next season already (tho Jude tells me we’re now 6 from 6...6 defeats in a row). I hadn’t realised our Valley form, such as it ever was, has completely dropped off a cliff.
XG? 0.74 v 0.38. Sounds like I didn’t miss much.
Drink du jour: SALT Huck A Back NEIPA. Beautiful. Then Chris’s red wine stash.
Away: c.300
The Damage:
£50.10 train
£25 ent
= £75.10
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