report: with NOTHING coming into the gap between the opposition midfield and defence the strikers are playing perpetually with their backs to goal; the ball goes wide, then back to midfield, then wide, then we lose it.
The physical presence of Forest’s defence made life difficult for Watford, though, and the closest Ray Lewington’s team came to hitting the target was when Johnnie Jackson steered his header wide from an awkward angle.
Where to start, really. This was an absolute horror, make no mistake. The repercussions could be catastrophic. That there are positives to be drawn from the performance, that we have played worse, significantly worse, this season perhaps makes it all the more horrific.
BSAD report: You know a big team is in town when the unofficial merchandise stands are outside the ground, selling the latest moody tat to the most gullible members of the visiting support. When touts ask if you have any spare tickets (yeah, like a tout is going to make a killing on the mark-up of pre-season tickets. “How much, mate? Twenty notes? I’ll just go to the pub, then.”) and when the Chelsea TV cameras are out in force. The young presenter looked visibly bored as she attempted to engage a particularly half-witted individual in conversation about Damien Duff as I walked past.