clips of Jon Marks BBC 3CR commentary
Watford do things differently. Appointing Aidy Boothroyd started it. He came untainted with failure and had his own ideas. After instant success and equally instant fall, their faith is undimmed. So is his. “I’m blessed for talent,” he said after victory put them top of the table for a few hours, “blessed now with five strikers.”
“You’re getting sacked in the summer,” chanted the home supporters as Mourinho paced up and down the touchline, unable to contain his frustration as Chelsea toiled against a spirited Watford side. Mourinho lost control of his emotions at one point in the second half; arguing with Boothroyd only to embrace the Watford manager later and share a joke. Abramovich appears in no mood to do likewise, even if he did manage to smile when Salomon Kalou struck.
The result leaves Watford needing a miracle, although Boothroyd has not thrown in the towel. ‘The other results haven’t helped us, but we shall try to finish the season as strongly as we can and see where it takes us,’ he said.
Boothroyd’s Watford clearly lack the class of the side Graham Taylor took into the old First Division 24 years ago. Taylor’s team were derided for their direct approach yet still managed to finish runners-up to Liverpool that season. The present Watford team look to King to hold the ball up front with Damien Francis giving support from midfield and Ashley Young providing accurate centres from the right.
The wonderful Watford website Blind Stupid and Desperate bowed out with their final match report at this game.
By Ian Grant
So, here it is. It doesn’t seem possible, really, but here it is. Just another day in front of the monitor, another afternoon spent bashing away at the keyboard, while the television burbles inanely behind me and the washing machine rumbles away in the kitchen. Another day, apparently as mundane as all of the others in the same vein…and yet, one that I know I’ll never forget. The last match report. The day in which BSaD enters the past tense. There’s no putting it off, not any more. Wish there was, but I know there isn’t.
To ensure we made the playoffs we needed to beat Grimsby.
BSAD report: Blindly indulged every superstition available. Lucky shave, lucky boxer shorts, lucky shirt (unwashed during April and May – one man’s disgusting laziness is another’s inspirational magic), lucky view over Watford on the train, lucky programme seller. Qualified virtually every sentence with the phrase “If we make the playoffs…”, for fear of tempting fate. Some of these things are clearly stupid, but this was not the time for taking chances. Everyone was in superstition overdrive, Watford had its fingers crossed.