He’s right about one thing, is our Adrian. That penalty was a joke. The kind of thing that leaves a bitter, sour after-taste, that lingers after the result has stopped hurting. A very Crystal Palace way to lose a game. God forbid that we ever become like that, just means to an end.
Month: December 2005
It’s quite exciting. The day after Christmas. What fantastic bargains will we get in the sales? What will the new year bring? Why did I get nervous when ig requested a proper match report, instead of my usual Boxing Day ramblings?
BSAD report: Around half an hour into the first period, Miles commented that it was “okay so far”. From someone who’s quick enough with a strong opinion, this was a statement so spectacularly radical that it required a serious double-take. Such generosity can only be explained by the festive spirit, or having spent most of the time playing computer games instead of watching properly. Because the first half, while considerably more competent than its counterpart seven days ago, offered the most dour, relentlessly unrewarding football seen at Vicarage Road since the last time that I wrote a sentence like this. It was “okay” only in the sense that nobody died.
BSAD report: It will be interesting to see whether Adrian Boothroyd’s evident displeasure at the performance has an effect when we take on Plymouth next week; it’s rare that consecutive fixtures are so similar in nature and therefore so easy to compare. He’s right to be annoyed – to summarise, this was largely woeful, and horrible to watch too – but it’s impossible to ignore the impact of injuries on a paper-thin squad, especially those to Ashley Young and Matthew Spring. It’s all very well to say that these situations merely provide opportunities for others…but that doesn’t ring quite true when you’re bringing on Jay Demerit to play as a forward for the last twenty minutes because you don’t have anyone else.