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Town 1 The Rest 5: I'm playing catch-up but Town aren't playing
28 March 2004
"Don't put him down let's
make him a hero, call him Han Solo, even call him
Luke give him a light sabre and we'll make him our
life saver, it's too early to make him a wanker, dress
him up like MC Hammer. There's no reason to adore
and none to abhor, remember it's not Laws it's Law."
So, three games since I wrote those words of support for the new man; three games, one point, one goal, five against and not a whole hell of a lot to be optimistic about. What about a little hell of a bit to be excited about? The first of the three games was a contest between Cod Almighty's two favourite teams as Bournemouth travelled up for Law's first home match in charge.
Town 1 Bournemouth 1
New beginnings same endings
First home game for Mr Law, the performance
approaching eyesore, a stamp of authority as he
shuffles his team, Barnard on the wing and the
crowd his name already they sing. Bit early yet
he hasn't earned any admiration, especially using
four centre halves to try and solve the defensive
frustration. Armstrong and Edwards as full backs,
let's hope it makes up for more than it lacks.
When did new signings become no fun? Warhurst
at the back in the middle with young man Young.
Stace and Campbell in the middle of the middle
with another new face (bloody hell, he's young (ish)
with pace): Thorrington wide right and somewhat
light. Up front, Nicky's up to claim "I am the law"
and with a Sly sneer, Jevvo's there with Rowan
his former Lawrence peer. They fluked us to the
top then, but that was way back when.
Why all this team news? Where's the usual hazy
views? Well there's little else to say, Town struggled
to play, our Rider of Rowan scored with our only
real chance, the rest was Bournemouth, a point mere
happenstance, the four centre halves made us more
solid at the back, but useless for supporting attack.
The second half even worse, Stace off for Des and
Town are in full reverse, his worst performance yet
and the crowd laughing at Disco, not even realising
the Warhurst 'oh no!' and the further slide of Jevvo's
halo, the only plus being Fettis who looks more
competent than Davo. Lucky for the point is an
understatement, hard work ahead is the usual testament.
No excitement then, unless a piqued curiosity in player choice and formation counts. No it doesn't, it was dull, a bit more effort from the players (Des apart) and a bit more organisation but bits don't add up to much with the season nearly over. We gave a bit more again with a Tuesday night trip to Swindon.
Swindon 2 Town 0
A bit better, not enough, but a bit
A hard match for sure, I remember these when they
came here, ran us ragged playing Danny and giving
us the fear, now it's down to their place, time to cower
and hide behind Stace. They'll be all over us like a
rash, making us look as silly as a dictator's 'tache, but
no it wasn't to be so and wouldn't you just know,
we were all over them, running the show.
Typical really, working 2–10 unable to listen to all
of it then, sneaking away from the factory floor, to
hover intent at the tea-bar door, dash back to my
machine maintaining efficiency, sidle back to the
radio Town maintaining superiority. Getting excited,
getting thoughts that are just crazy, brought back
with a crash to the all too uncomfortable reality,
thank you very much Tommy Mooney. Now there's
a cure for self-delusion, a bald head shattering Town's
But the performance was there, pressure, chances and
flair, Town were on top, difficult to stop, it's a foundation
performance, something to build on, something to hope
on, perhaps now we can finally move on.
And move on we did, all the way to a home visit by Hartlepool. The problem with broken computers (as mine has been) is the level of reliance I have come to have on internet information. All the old sources have been left, forgotten, abandoned, cast aside in favour of the information revolution, Ceefax? Pah! The Telegraph? The what? The upshot of this ignorance being that I hadn't realised we'd signed the Frenchman who put one past us oh so recently for Notts County, 'til he loped onto the pitch. Speaking of revolutions how was the Law uprising coming along?
Town 0 Hartlepool 2
Now that was bad, that was more than a long
way from glad, if it was a TV show, then it was
sub-ITV it was so low. Ant and Dec could
probably have played better, the season of damp
squib becoming wetter and wetter, the only
entertainment the weird and treacherous weather.
We even had rain at the back of the Pontoon, such
was the fury of this English monsoon. Fury! Where
was it? These bastards were the 8-1 bastards, if
you can't rouse yourselves for that. Of course,
only two left from that leaky Friday night, Barnard
and Campbell the only with memory of fright.
A performance of cautious trepidation, alarm
bells of terrible and dire warning ringing in the
midst of this discombobulating prostration, a
performance at least as bad as any under Groves.
All the bits have broken up, nothing left but crumbs,
begging for our points like bums, crawling to May
on hands and knees, pissed up on Super can't
afford the fees, spare us 50p, to get in that fella
Thorpey, his French replacement more than poor,
never likely to look like he'll score, as Atkinson
might say "he's nothing in his locker" a bit of a
joke like Gaylord Focker.
That'll fit him in well, hear now the tolling of the
bell, and as our bodies die our spirits float free,
all the way to Division Three.
The Law revolution will not be televised, no one would watch. Under Groves I couldn't see us winning a game; so far under Law I can barely see us scoring a goal. I remember Rodger saying during his tenure that he didn't think that Phil Jevons could be effective up front in this division, and that's why he didn't start with him. A strange fella, but unfortunately proven right up 'til now.