BSAD report: Just mindless, senseless violence. I’d hoped we’d seen the last of scenes like this in English football grounds – so-called supporters, some barely out of nappies, raining missiles down onto the heads of the defenceless fans below. Sickening to watch.
Still, I guess it’s our fault for giving out a thousand paper aeroplanes in the first place. But how were we to know that these innocuous adverts for BSaD’s forthcoming “Luddite Edition” would be used to wage such vicious war? How could we have guessed that, as the first half crawled mercilessly onwards, plane after plane would ascend towards the roof of the Vic Road end before plummeting point-first onto some poor, unsuspecting punter’s bonce? Look, we’re sorry, okay?
As I sat alone on the beach at 6-30 PM in pitch darkness eating my fish and chips, I did briefly wonder what the hell I was doing in a near deserted seaside town in the freezing cold on a weeknight. That question was answered over the next couple of hours as the Hornets produced a magnificent display that sent the considerable travelling contingent into raptures and increased the pressure on the beleaguered Alvin Martin.
BSAD report: This was a critical game. At last able to field a side that bears some relation to the one we’d like to see, we needed to get back on the right track. Shame, then, that the good people of Watford couldn’t be bothered to turn up and support their team. Seven thousand seems a bit optimistic to me – there were huge gaps in the North and South stands and for periods of the match we were actually outsung by Southend. It’s difficult to see how we can persuade the players to make an effort when the town obviously doesn’t give a toss anymore.
Darren Bazeley scored 21 goals in his Hornets career with three of those coming in the first half at Roots Hall.