Football. Marvellous, isn’t it? Transporting you from the ordinary day-to-day to some higher plane. Hard to imagine that Watford fans would be experiencing such feelings and such an absorbing ninety minutes given the season to date. Hard to imagine a standing ovation for a team that comes off the pitch with only a draw, firmly rooted next-to-bottom (or bottom if you only count real clubs), down to ten men, four players booked, and with their opponents spurning a penalty and having a shot come back off the post, defying Newtonian mechanics (or is it Euclidean geometry?). But that’s what they had, a standing ovation – and thoroughly deserved.
Month: September 2003
Here we are, then. Up to our necks in a swamp and sinking rapidly. You don’t need me to tell you want this result means, a ghastly defeat in a must-win fixture. And you don’t need me to tell you how it felt either, how the last thirty minutes were like watching your home being destroyed by a wrecking ball. And you certainly don’t need me to attempt to lift spirits with some kind of faux-chirpy, it’s-only-a-game, chin-up-son philosophy. No, you don’t need that.
A moment of madness by Millwall’s Kevin Muscat helped Watford on their way to their first League win of the season. Muscat conceded a penalty, and was sent off, for stamping on Danny Webber in the Millwall area in first-half injury-time
BSAD report: The concern about our start to the season, therefore, was not so much that the results themselves might prove to be disastrous. And it certainly wasn’t that the performances suggested that nine months of thankless struggle were inevitable. There was – is – nothing that can’t be salvaged, apart from the still dreadful events of 9th August.