Tag: Adrian Mariappa
The decision to start with Troy Deeney was only a surprise, if at all, for as long as it took for Jordon Mutch to give us the lead on three minutes. Whilst Camp looks thoroughly competent, the defence in front of him was a shambles every time a high ball came into the box. That we didn’t capitalise was down in part to simply not getting quality in often enough, down in part to luck, and down in part to some rather tolerant refereeing that saw Deeney wrestled away from the ball more than once and the safe option of penalising the striker adopted at both ends. Deeney’s card was marked by a number around us from the kick off, but for me he did a decent job of holding the ball up, linking the play and receiving the ball with his back to goal. Clearly an asset.
This was, of course, what we were always at risk of with our thin and inexperienced squad. The continued absences of Helguson, Demerit and (effectively) Severin deprive us of experience where we have little to spare; the additional absences of Ellington, Jenkins, Cathcart and (ultimately) Hodson left us looking very sparse indeed. But it’s lack of nous that’s the issue really… there’s no way that points should have been dropped from half time onwards against a lamentable Coventry City side.
Before Saturday, my co-editor suggested that Mr.Rodgers needed to give us something to cling to. Well this wasn’t so much a damp rope to cling to as a luxury yacht with well stocked galley and attentive staff. Wallop! And there was me suggesting that we were doomed with him in charge. Shows how much I know. Why are you still reading this?
More games from 27th January at https://oldwatford.com/tag/jan27
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.