Hallowe’en Horror Show at Bloods

Plumstead SWSaffron Walden 5 Wroxham 1

There’s an old cliché in football that says that you are never as good as you think you are and never as bad. After four wins on the trot the Yachtsmen could have been forgiven for thinking that maybe they were a force to be reckoned with in the division.  Defenders defending and strikers scoring, big wins, late goals, never say die attitude. And then football bites you on the arse. This game was like one big crocodile grabbing both cheeks and shaking us around in a swamp full of other arse biting creatures.

Sweeney on the bench along with prolific Pledger and the usually reliable Shadrack. Strength in depth so problem then as Bussens made his firtst start for six weeks or so and Wallace returned all composure and invention. So far so good. Except that the Saffron Walden team, on a decent run of their own, hadn’t really read the script. A few early chances should have been enough warning but when a pass was misplaced on the halfway line defence turned quickly in attack. The lightening quick Trendell was in behind Plumstead and before Jimmy the bus driver could finish the sentence in fluent Scottish ”Don’t foul him” the referee had pointed to the spot.

Only 1 – 0 at half time though. Been here before we thought and the Yachtsmen never roll over. not any more.  Except they did. Or rather were rolled over. Unpicked by their own sloppiness with the ball, lethargy without it and for sure a home side in form with clarity of purpose.

Deeks was robbed dwelling on the ball and the Bloods smelled …well …blood. A hopeful  cross was turned into the path of man of the match Simon-Parson who drove at Plumstead and before Jimmy the bus driver could finish the sentence in fluent Scottish ”Don’t foul him” the referee had pointed to the spot. 2 – 0.

Wroxham fought back and had a series of corners. From one, the ball was hooked clear to the twirling Trendell who outpaced the defence and smashed his shot under Viner.

Barely three minutes later a usually routine routine of passing across the face of goal ended with Simon Parson intercepting and driving another shot through the badly exposed Viner. Four!

Viner then pulled off a superb save to deny the Bloods’’ sub but in the ensuing scramble the Yachtsmen came off second best. Five.

Plumstead got a consolation from a header to finish of a strange afternoon for him personally but this was hammering in all senses of the word. Must do better. And will.

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