Tuesday night, and for the first time in 25 years, Swansea came to town.
Matt was there. In the Afternoon and Sharon both went off injured in the first half, leaving us without a fit right back in the entire squad. A loan signing must be sorted out by the end of the week, so we hope that Ray's on the ball as we type.
One all, two free kicks, lots of passing the ball, much improved on the last couple of games, and a point from a home game, which had become a rarity.
Reading away is next, to be watched at SBJ's bachelor pad, on Monday evening. Prediction, 1-2.
Sheffield Wednesday away - Match Report
Last season saw us travel away in style to watch a 1-1 draw.
This season, none of us were able or enthused sufficiently to make the effort.
To reward us for our loyalty, the Sky Blues pinched a 1-0 away win, with More Reasons popping in a header from the edge of the box, and Vivienne building on his growing reputation with some smart saves.
3 points in front of the lowest home crowd in 6 years. Never let it be said that we're not a crowd-puller playing this type of football.
Back to the Ricoh tomorrow night, where Matt at least will be watching a 2-1 win over Swansea.
This season, none of us were able or enthused sufficiently to make the effort.
To reward us for our loyalty, the Sky Blues pinched a 1-0 away win, with More Reasons popping in a header from the edge of the box, and Vivienne building on his growing reputation with some smart saves.
3 points in front of the lowest home crowd in 6 years. Never let it be said that we're not a crowd-puller playing this type of football.
Back to the Ricoh tomorrow night, where Matt at least will be watching a 2-1 win over Swansea.
Match Report - Plymouth Argyle at home
Heartache comes in many forms, and right now we seem to be experiencing most of them. Plymouth came to the Ricoh, in a "fetching and brave orange and green outfit" as G2 described it, or "away kit" as she was quickly informed.
After his shocking performance against Palace, Melts in your mouth had gamefully pulled something in training, and Homer stepped painfully into his tiny boots. More Reasons carried on up front, and Mrs Doyle was back serving tea and tackling back in midfield. In theory, a slower but more robust team than last week, looking to turn the season around before we're fighting Forest, Doncaster and Southampton for 24th place.
The game was ok. We looked alright, but lacked creativity. It's less than 48 hours since kick-off, and I've already forgotten the details, but we went into half time level. The referee had been advised politely to look up the definition of the word "consistency" during half time, following a random performance in the first 45 minutes. In the Corporate lounge, the new cashless bar forgot to charge me for drinks, which wasn't what I expected a cashless bar to do, and the half time beef batch was ok, but not as good as last week's port and stuffing offering.
In the second half, we did ok, More Reasons missed a sitter after good work from Homer, who I thought was probably man of the match. The referee, who had mis-heard the advice and had been looking at "inconsistent" throughout half time, had been booking players left, right and centre, and ignoring yellow cards offences in exactly the same places for the entire half, leaving me for one wondering what the correct Monica is for consistently inconsistent?
Then with 3 minutes to go, No-one, who was just on as a sub, went on a mazy run and Sharon forgot to tackle him, leaving Vivienne grasping at thin air. Daylight robbery. Could it get any worse?
Well, yes. 93rd minute, Vivienne goes up for a corner, using his huge 5 foot eleven frame to strike fear and chaos into the large Plymouth centre backs. Until this point I hadn't realised just how slow he was in a sprint. As the ball was played over his head and Plymouth broke away from inside their own half, two on one, with only an empty goal and a Hobbit guarding it, I realised that his pace was reminiscent of Jan Molby in his prime (beef).
Somehow, No-one managed to miss an open goal. We laughed so much we failed to hear the final whistle. Game over.
The Coalman after the game was visibly annoyed, but his view that we are low on confidence, and the only way to regain confidence was to win again, did smack slightly of stating the bleeding obvious.
A poor show, but better than Palace at home. Same number of points though. Something needs to change, and quickly
After his shocking performance against Palace, Melts in your mouth had gamefully pulled something in training, and Homer stepped painfully into his tiny boots. More Reasons carried on up front, and Mrs Doyle was back serving tea and tackling back in midfield. In theory, a slower but more robust team than last week, looking to turn the season around before we're fighting Forest, Doncaster and Southampton for 24th place.
The game was ok. We looked alright, but lacked creativity. It's less than 48 hours since kick-off, and I've already forgotten the details, but we went into half time level. The referee had been advised politely to look up the definition of the word "consistency" during half time, following a random performance in the first 45 minutes. In the Corporate lounge, the new cashless bar forgot to charge me for drinks, which wasn't what I expected a cashless bar to do, and the half time beef batch was ok, but not as good as last week's port and stuffing offering.
In the second half, we did ok, More Reasons missed a sitter after good work from Homer, who I thought was probably man of the match. The referee, who had mis-heard the advice and had been looking at "inconsistent" throughout half time, had been booking players left, right and centre, and ignoring yellow cards offences in exactly the same places for the entire half, leaving me for one wondering what the correct Monica is for consistently inconsistent?
Then with 3 minutes to go, No-one, who was just on as a sub, went on a mazy run and Sharon forgot to tackle him, leaving Vivienne grasping at thin air. Daylight robbery. Could it get any worse?
Well, yes. 93rd minute, Vivienne goes up for a corner, using his huge 5 foot eleven frame to strike fear and chaos into the large Plymouth centre backs. Until this point I hadn't realised just how slow he was in a sprint. As the ball was played over his head and Plymouth broke away from inside their own half, two on one, with only an empty goal and a Hobbit guarding it, I realised that his pace was reminiscent of Jan Molby in his prime (beef).
Somehow, No-one managed to miss an open goal. We laughed so much we failed to hear the final whistle. Game over.
The Coalman after the game was visibly annoyed, but his view that we are low on confidence, and the only way to regain confidence was to win again, did smack slightly of stating the bleeding obvious.
A poor show, but better than Palace at home. Same number of points though. Something needs to change, and quickly
Regis Geneaux RIP
News reaches us that former Sky Blue Regis Geneaux has died at the really young age of 35.
Tragic to die so young.
Tragic to die so young.
Crystal Palace at the Ricoh
Bears like the woods, the Pope likes many children and Palace always win at the Ricoh. It's the law, and it happened again.
The same line up for the Sky Blues that triumphed at Birmingham, but someone had sapped their will to compete (and ours to live by just after half time).
We were poor throughout, passes went astray, our chickens seemed to be headless, and we just didn't create enough. We made Palace look good and conceded two from free kicks. The Malteser had his worst game ever in a sky blue shirt, giving the ball away consistently, falling over and losing his boots at inappropriate moments.
Coleman looked frustrated, my mother starting reading the programme during the second half for entertainment, and the full time whistle was a blessing.
Enough despair, we have Plymouth at home next weekend, it has to be better than this.
The same line up for the Sky Blues that triumphed at Birmingham, but someone had sapped their will to compete (and ours to live by just after half time).
We were poor throughout, passes went astray, our chickens seemed to be headless, and we just didn't create enough. We made Palace look good and conceded two from free kicks. The Malteser had his worst game ever in a sky blue shirt, giving the ball away consistently, falling over and losing his boots at inappropriate moments.
Coleman looked frustrated, my mother starting reading the programme during the second half for entertainment, and the full time whistle was a blessing.
Enough despair, we have Plymouth at home next weekend, it has to be better than this.
And so, we're back...
Said entire visiting entourage having seemingly gone missing at exactly the same time as our charges, it appears to be time to relight our blogging fire and get down on it again.
To clear up some business from days of yore, I am pleased to announce the winner of our inaugural caption competition from the Preston game in September. Despite a valiant effort from Jim, the judging panel (consisting of the the YDO) felt that the former's entry, being a variation on an existing theme, lacked the originality of the winning entry, which came from the YDO.
The YDO has been selflessly missing games in the fashion of a Michael Doyle shot (namely left, right, and centre), due to scouting efforts, which have also enabled the Falcons to strengthen their squad. Any match reports will therefore have to come from elsewhere.
More Reasons has fortunately found his feet and his shooting boots and enabled us to go on a 3-game unbeaten streak, with a little help from the lack of technology which still mystifies myself, and doubtless the ghost of Michael Hutchence.
Hotel Lana last night established itself last night as the current preferred venue for watching televised away victories and every effort should be made to re-convene there for the Reading game, on which day the currently free-scoring Royals' strikeforce shall hopefully be in receipt of no aid from the Coalman's defence.
To clear up some business from days of yore, I am pleased to announce the winner of our inaugural caption competition from the Preston game in September. Despite a valiant effort from Jim, the judging panel (consisting of the the YDO) felt that the former's entry, being a variation on an existing theme, lacked the originality of the winning entry, which came from the YDO.
The YDO has been selflessly missing games in the fashion of a Michael Doyle shot (namely left, right, and centre), due to scouting efforts, which have also enabled the Falcons to strengthen their squad. Any match reports will therefore have to come from elsewhere.
More Reasons has fortunately found his feet and his shooting boots and enabled us to go on a 3-game unbeaten streak, with a little help from the lack of technology which still mystifies myself, and doubtless the ghost of Michael Hutchence.
Hotel Lana last night established itself last night as the current preferred venue for watching televised away victories and every effort should be made to re-convene there for the Reading game, on which day the currently free-scoring Royals' strikeforce shall hopefully be in receipt of no aid from the Coalman's defence.
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