If
Dave Thomas has really said that was the team's worst performance of the season today, they must have been effin' brilliant so far then!
............and
Branston poor? You're 'avin' a two and half mate ~ I thought he and
Ellis put their front two to bed so early, they'd be up again before I got home!
There were criticisms of the pitch at Crewe the other day and I reckon there is some shabby rumour going around the game that the way to
"stop Torquay" is to neglect your pitch all week before they visit....................I saw this one up close, and it was long, tufty and dry ~ ideal for nullifying the skill differential between a
Eunan O'Kane and a fat wat like
Akinfenwa ~ what a a joke this man is for a professional footballer; and I reckon Branno and Ellis must have pissed themselves laughing when the fat oaf waddled on like Pop Eye on a Saturday night piss up after less than half an hour for a player (
Weston) who had for my money been the stand out player for Gills up until then.
Gillingham are a typical
Hessenhaller/Hendon side i.e not very good. They don't exactly have CVs lined with honours and achievements these two do they!
Strong and spoiling, but bereft of pace and guile they struggled to compete with our five man midfield but the problem was we had
Benyon up front who presented about as much threat to their goal as my six year old daughter would. He certainly gives of his best at all times, but to be honest (again from watching up close near to the technical area) he doesn't have a bloody clue how to play the lone role and we need a far more intelligent reader of the game in that position to capitalise if we are going to play five men accross the middle and two of them out wide. All very commenable, but only a complete muffin could have made some of the silly runs and pathetic falls to the ground that Benyon comes up with................what bloody studs does the lad wear for a start? He doesn't "come off" defenders and he doesn't turn them; no threat whatsoever...................and I can't recall one effort on goal from him.
You can't fault Bucks for not trying to unlock the opposition ~ switching
Zebroski and
Rose,
O'Kane too from wide left to central midfield; but the problem's the same, no brains or reading of the game from up front...............they must despair these lads (Rose, and later Hemmings) having to play with someone like that.
Eventually a new slim line
Gritton lumbered on for Benyon and at least his restrictive pace gave the guys behind something of more substance to play the ball up to. By then young
Hemmings was already learning lesson one that Mick McCarthy must have sent him down to learn................don't try and dwell on the ball and play yourself out of trouble when you're facing your own goal in this level of football son, there's an opponent up your arse in the bat of an eyelid and you're going to lose possession. Yes, yes, yes, I know that's how the game
"is supposed to be played" but this league's
NOT the academy and no-one's going to stand off and let you make them look a mug. He'll learn
Rose took a few hefty swipes from pace challenged defenders like
Lawrence and
Fuller and the determination of early doors seemed to be deserting him when he indicated to the bench that he was feeling his thigh...................I bet he was!
Just as the game seemed to be setting up for a bit of a finish, the ref decided he would go off the rails and started chucking yellow cards in only one direction; like confetti they were, and we ended up with six of the buggers including scandalously a second in a minute for Mansell, who got knocked over in the goal mouth (never a pen, but neither a dive) and the bleeder in black (or whatever trendy colour he had chosen today) sent him off.........absolute nonsense! As
John Milton (scouting at one of our games again?) offered to escort what he must have thought would be a crest fallen lad down to the tunnel at the other end of the pitch, Mansel laughingly waved him away and went for an early (93rd minute) shower..................I hope he used the official's room and used up all the hot water, pissed on their towels and spat in their tea.
The lino on our line could be clearly heard all game telling players there was no need to challenge,
"don't foul" and that the ball was running out of play.................what's that all about, is this some new ploy from the FA? I thought the
"Nutter" on the team page referred to their number 2
The goals? There's was brilliant, ours was justice but spawney. The ref who had ludicrously sent off Mansell for "diving" then gave
Kee a free kick for falling over and
Nicholson's pile driver through a stupidly large wall of at least seven payers who unsighted the keeper and then turned in horror to see the ball squirt through his legs and apparently out of his backside like a giant poo as it rolled into the net
95 minutes played and five seconds after the restart the final whistle ~ cue the brilliant cameo of 6'7"
Bevan trying to push his midrift into the 5' 4" ref's face as the little twerp tried to exert his Capt Mainwaring authority on the after match "ceremonials" ~ why didn't he just put a clown's mask and big flat shoes on to complete the show?
