For thirty minutes or less, there was a sense of purpose about us, flickers of intelligent life that gave some hope. We began by knocking the ball around from kickoff, switching the play over to Paul Robinson on the left and then out to the other flank. At the end of it, Micah Hyde elegantly swung his right boot to send the ball drifting over the bar from twenty yards. In less than a minute, more constructive football than we’d seen during the whole of Saturday’s appalling nightmare.
As the two sets of fans passed each other on Occupation Road afterwards, they summed up the whole thing far better than I ever could. Watford supporters looked back upon the events of the last five minutes, threw hands up in demonstrative frustration, and wailed “Oh, if only Mooney had buried that header…”. Their West Brom counterparts also reflected on the same five minutes, looked to the sky in disbelief, and howled “Oh, if only Sneekes had taken that chance in injury time…”.