Five games unbeaten, 13 goals in the last four.
It does feel a bit better.
This was a very pleasant 90 minutes. Almost unexpectedly so.
But I’ll take it.
Right… back to Stranger Things – still catching up. No spoilers, please.
Five games unbeaten, 13 goals in the last four.
It does feel a bit better.
This was a very pleasant 90 minutes. Almost unexpectedly so.
But I’ll take it.
Right… back to Stranger Things – still catching up. No spoilers, please.
This was nice to watch. I usually enjoy a bit of a contest when it comes to football, but the odd one-sided affair is always welcome:

A messy, scrappy game, but sometimes it’s more about the result than the performance, and a local derby is always one of those occasions.
Happy days.
Another win, and this one after we’d been really poor in the first half. And then we went and scored three goals. I don’t know what happened, but it looked like the same old, same old when we got to half time, and then someone put a firecracker under our collective arses in the second period.

Still, I’m not complaining. My only gripe is that the excitement and adrenaline prevented me from sleeping for quite a lot of the night. And that’s left me a bit broken today.
On the plus side, I’m off to emulate some of the heroics from last night by playing a bit of the old togger tonight, for the first time in ages.

As I type, it’s only 33C out there, so I’m sure it’ll be an extremely uncomfortable a fun and pleasant experience.
It’s almost November. I shouldn’t be writing that title.
But it happened, despite the BBC’s best efforts to pretend that it didn’t:

O’Hare with the only goal, and I think that even this image – taken as he wheels away to celebrate – somehow sums up our season so far:

Everyone going in different directions, Japhet Tanganga slightly unfocussed.
The only bit that looks more positive are some happy faces in the crowd.
It wasn’t pretty, but it didn’t have to be. No-one looks at the history books, sees the result and posthumously knocks off the points “because it wasn’t a classic”.
Onwards and upward then, quite literally, as we’re not bottom after this weekend.
So who are, you ask?

They are, obviously.
I know that this correlates badly with yesterday’s post, but wow.

It’s not like we’re a million miles away. It’s just not quite happening.
As I’ve said before: the teams that win the league are the ones who can play badly and get away with it. We’re playing ok, and we’re losing. And that doesn’t fill me with confidence.
I do think that we’ll turn it around, but it’s difficult to work on fixing stuff when it’s not absolutely clear just what it is that needs fixing.
Onwards and upward (because there’s no other direction in which to go at the moment).