The erudite (look it up) Welsh Saddler provides the match report for what was a welcome win at Bristol Rovers last night, a team with an above average home record. That will have stopped the rot, with any luck, of the bad run we have been on and we now have the opportunity to consolidate for the rest of the season. It also leaves us with the strange record of now having won more games away than at home (although we have picked up one more home point), something which tends to show a lack of creativity when trying to break teams down at home.
A result like that is all the better when you go to the ground expecting absolutely nothing (as we 4 from South Wales did, in all honesty). For the first ten or fifteen minutes it looked like only a matter of time before Rovers would score; both teams had started like greyhounds out of the traps, one or two challenges were shall we say, enthusiastic, and both teams had a man booked by a referee who was keen to stamp his authority on the game. Following the two bookings there was another free kick against Walsall, and the referee called over the Walsall captain with the offending player for a reading of the riot act.
After this first quarter of an hour things settled down somewhat, and bit by bit the Saddlers established a good degree of control over the midfield. It was noticeable throughout the game that episodes of head-tennis always ended with a Walsall player managing to get the ball down on the ground and try to do something constructive with it. We began to press forward, with good moves down both flanks, and at the end of one down the left wing we were treated to a Walsall player strongly tackling back to regain possession, and fire a low cross into the box – a defender blocked it, but the ball squirted out to the centre edge of the penalty area where Taundry was steaming in. Fair play to the lad, he had the presence of mind to firmly sidefoot the ball along the ground rather than blasting it to kingdom come, and it was as sweet a strike on goal as you could expect. I have to say at this stage that I thought (and still think) that Deeney did the assist work from the left wing rather than Nicholls, but at the end of the day it’s the goal that counts. That was after 32 minutes.
Although it wasn’t a dirty game by any means, Rovers players seemed to hit the deck hard and often – they had used three substitutes by half-time, which came with the score 0-1 to the super Saddlers. Ince had only had a couple of tame shots straight at him to deal with by then, as opposed to the Rovers keeper who made one fine save to turn away a strong daisy-cutter from Nicholls for a corner, and conceded a goal as well. The hot “Cornish” pasties and Bovril went down very well during the interval, because it really was very cold!
The second half was “more of the same”… Rovers were relying on high balls up to their front men, but MacDonald’s heading strength and the covering work by all the defenders made sure that practically nothing even reached Clayton Ince. I have to mention Darryl Westlake at this point – he played a real blinder, and showed a composure on the ball commensurate with someone much older and more experienced. Everything was going so well until about 15 minutes from the end, when the Rovers right winger, instead of crossing the ball to Ince, decided to cut inside and venture into the penalty area – it only warranted the slightest contact from Vincent, and down he went and the referee pointed straight to the spot, no hesitation at all.
“Here we go” we all thought, and as the Rovers player was poised to take the kick I noticed that Ince was actually standing well behind his goal line (which worried me a little). However, he shuffled forward and either guessed or planned right, diving to his right side and palming the ball away. To his credit, the Rovers player followed up and blasted the ball towards the goal but Ince (with a better save in my book) again got his hands to the ball and put it out of harm’s way for a corner. Deep joy.
From then it was apparent that Rovers were having one of those games – they weren’t going to score, and their cause wasn’t helped by the large home following chanting “What a load of rubbish”….. it was a fellow UTS-er, grantwilliamsllb, who said “Listen, they’re singing our song!!!” Rovers had another substitution, and then we did have a few minutes of squeaky-bum time until the 3 minutes of time added on were up. We didn’t make a single substitution (so much for Hutchings’ comment about the players being tired…)
It’s very difficult to give individual match summaries, because this was a real team effort. Everyone worked their socks off, they harried and chased, and there wasn’t a noticeable weak link anywhere in the eleven. If I had to single any out, I would have to mention Clayton Ince’s penalty save….. Westlake’s polished performance (Weston won’t get a sniff if he carries on playing like this)…… Deeney and Nicholls’ workrate was phenomenal…… Richards tracking back at high speed and challenging for the smallest scraps….. MacDonald’s steadying influence at the heart of the defence reminded me of Albert McPherson of fond memories….. the number of crosses that our wingers put across (high numbers!!!) etc.
Worth mentioning as well was our ability to play football, passing it to our own players (for a change?). This was especially apparent in the last fifteen minues or so, when we played “keep-ball” in the Rovers’ half, working neat triangles – it was lovely to watch.
Having said all that, perhaps we should keep our feet on the ground…. I may have been looking at the whole game through rose-coloured spectacles, because as we trooped off to find a warm car, a lady Bristol Rovers steward used that immortal phrase to me when she said “Well, you were crud, but we were worse” !!!!!