I think I must be cursed. After a hectic few weeks during which I managed only the FCUM game – which, despite the result, was hardly a marvellous performance - I returned to regular spectatorly duties just in time for last week’s defeat at Stocksbridge and last night’s dismal performance at some village near Loughborough.
I’m starting to get a little tired now of being jeered out of these little grounds by a gaggle of gloating 14 year old wannabe fecktards while knowing, deep down, that they have every right to gloat because their team was simply a lot better than mine. Make no mistake, Quorn deserved their victory last night and what’s galling about that statement is that they are quite evidently a very limited team with one of the most nervous goalkeepers I have ever seen. Yet somehow United contrived to be as bad, and then progressively worse, than them. The passing was awful, the speculative long balls tiresome, the marking distinctly suspect. To compound matters, despite him haplessly flapping at the ball any time it came near him, Boston only started putting the Quorn keeper under any kind of consistent pressure during the very latter stages, which was just a little bit too cocking late to make any difference.
More worrying is that the best description I could give an interested party this morning of Davidson and Suarez is that they looked, in the context of this game (and last week’s), hopelessly out of their depth. Which, given that Boston were playing a struggling NPL 1 side with a panicky goalkeeper and two not-exactly-towering centre-backs with the pace of an obese turtle with a fat man sat on its back, is quite an achievement. And the less said about the defending last night the better – to say it was shambolic would hardly begin to describe how awful it was.
Still. Never mind. I’m sure Scott and Hurst were just as appalled at the performance as the rest of us. And the league position confirms that the team isn’t as bad as the pretty rubbish rabble I’ve had the misfortune of seeing so far this season. Enigmatic is probably the word – I’m sure with a minor re-shuffle and a decent striker we can put teams like Quorn to the sword in future.