report:If our attacks still felt unnatural, as if we were doing something that forced us out of our comfort zone, we were at least applying a reasonable amount of pressure, and were worthy of the three points.
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.
BSAD report: This is a long way from being a crisis, still some distance from being a slip-up of any consequence. But the fact remains that we haven’t played at all well for the first sixty or seventy minutes of our last two League games and, as a result, have had to rescue draws with slightly desperate comebacks. It’s obvious that we’re good enough to beat sides like York City, yet on Saturday we failed to work out how to beat them.