So, following the debacle that was the last home game against Leyton Orient, Dean Smith – perhaps in some kind of “red mist” moment he will, hopefully reconsider at a later point decided to apportion blame for the poor performance to a few fans making sarcastic comments?
So far – by and large – I have been struck by this manager’s down-to-earth attitude, impressed by his ability to attract decent players (often on loan), to inspire the players in the existing squad, to manage on what is undoubtedly a shoestring budget and by his loyalty to the players. However I was, frankly surprised by the outburst that appeared in the Express and Star: Smith is out of order; the game was poor because the team did not perform well enough … and maybe hasn’t for some weeks now. It is clear to those impartials who only look at the results; it is blatantly obvious to those of us who watch the games week in and week out and like to think we have an affinity for the club.
Imagine then, that I was not looking forward to the next two away games. The first at fairly distant Yeovil: I quickly strangled he thought of going such a distance to a mid-week game (work commitments). And we duly won, wouldn’t you know it? Tom Bradshaw missed a penalty kick and a few moments later Jordy Hiwula put us one nil up. A second half penalty for Yeovil was saved by O’Donnell and we took the three points.
The Saturday game against Barnsley, however we lost three nil. “The less said, the better the beer,” as my grandfather was known to say (quietly).
Friday this week, while my car was being serviced was Red Nose Day (A.K.A. Comic Relief) a massive “telethon” fund raising event to raise money to spend on projects particularly in the U.K and Africa. The very first one in 1988 followed Bob Geldof’s (later Sir Bob) seminal Live Aid (in which musicians raised money for Ethiopian famine victims) when comedians decided to try something along similar lines. This year’s epic raised more than £78 million pounds and included an appearance by astrophysicist Stephen Hawking (also the subject of a moving and multi-award winning film starring Eddie Redmayne).
In less savoury news megalomaniac host of BBC TVs Top gear has been suspended after a “fracas” with a producer. Unsurprisingly perhaps this has provoked greater reactions on social media than more serious political issues (such as bed blocking and National health Service funding). The man has made a living and a reputation out of being uncharmingly loutish and almost certainly deserves at least this suspension pending an enquiry. Whatever the outcome, however it seems he will be set to make money. He is a self-promoting brand, firmly of the establishment but pretending to take carefully considered pokes at easy targets which are also part of the establishment. He will be gobbled up by other organisations if the BBC decides to end his contract … and the BBC makes a lot of money on the success of his TV programme and, let’s face it, style.
Sad news of the week is that Sir Terry Pratchett (author and creator of the marvellous “Discworld empire”) whose humour and plots have lit up my reading for so many years (and that of our children too) has passed away. He was suffering from Alzheimer’s Disease and his end came with dignity (if such is possible) and a characteristic self-deprecation. A real genius is missing from the world.
And today MK Dons at home) I was unable to contact my brother, but got a lift to the game from Cully (cheers mate). We talked over the Wembley trip, excitement, being a bit nostalgic about floodlit matches at Fellows park (our former ground). Efficiently parked on the official car park and swept up into the savoy Lounge.
There was some guy on an exercise bike outside (promoting men’s health, particularly prostate cancer I think). Quite crowded inside but a quick beer and looking out over the sun- soaked pitch. It was going to be cold out there, but from inside at this time of year there is the illusion of warmth. A young teenager and – I am guessing here – his dad (trying to look cool, hands in his pockets) passing the ball back and forth on the pitch. Mascot for the day perhaps? Then Swifty joined in and things got a bit more animated.
Someone leaving their inside seats to go outside left a car flag
“We’re With Walsall
22nd March” beneath the table.
I scooped it up, but would find the guy and return it at half time.
Almost unbelievably long-time absentee Sam Mantom, last year’s Player of the Season is on for his first start. Surely he won’t stay on for the whole game. But he starts well. In fact the team does. Pushing up, pressing the ball and space, forcing MK Dons back into their own half. This is, at least unusual; far more aggressive, assertive than we are used to seeing. Hiwula is out wide, Sawyers backing up Bradshaw. Bradshaw looks a little less energetic than he has done, but is still keen. In fact it is Bradshaw who scores the first goal: a splendid cross from Andy Taylor and a neat header past a stranded abandoned-by-his-defence keeper and things look good.
As they always do when we start on the front foot. But, as so often something happens … we relax, give up ground and possession and/or the Dons step up their game … so that after thirty two minutes Will Grigg – a former striker here puts in the equaliser. We lost key players when Grigg left: he was offered a new contract but, unsurprisingly signed for Brentford – where presumably he was offered better terms. Sadly he gets boo-ed by the Walsall fans who show their disapproval with a
“Only in it for the money” chant … unlike the rest of us who work for a living I think (at the same time considering how strangely we behave when we support a team).
Half time and its inside for a coffee. There is Wembley merchandise on sale and some freebies (the car flags for example and some windscreen stickers) on offer. Both promote Walsall Council and HomeServe (stand sponsors).
I have challenged a tradition and actually bought a Walsall T-shirt from an autism charity. It has the slogan
“Walsall Football Club is for life,
Not just for Wembley”
It is black because we will be playing in a one-off black kit for the final and is a dig, possibly at all of the people who do not turn up regularly for games but are on the Wembley bandwagon. Don’t get me wrong; I have no problem with these people (and certainly not the atmosphere they will create) or the money they will contribute) but it would be great if they were also committed for the bread and butter games too. Sometimes the rather patronising label of being everybody else’s “second favourite team” is a pain. We have sold over twenty five thousand tickets it seems: that’s an enormous amount of support for such a small club. It should make the journey and the event so much more exciting.
Back out for the second half and former Coventry City manager, Steve Pressley is sitting in our seats. Politely we ask him to move over and spend the second half talking about football management and, in his belief, the great job that Dean Smith is doing on such a limited budget. He is down to earth and happy to chat, but defensive when we make our “terrace criticisms”.
We are a great little club, punching above our weight (usually) but I cannot remember when this has not been the case. We have still had some great times, watched superb players and been led by fine managers (Ray Graydon and Alan Buckley spring obviously to mind).
The score board is on 81 minutes before we realise we are so far into the game. Mantom is getting involved in some meaty challenges, still looking reasonably fit … is there a chance he will play at Wembley?
Final score is a one-one draw, meaning realistically that chances of getting into the play offs, mathematically possible have shrunk to we-need-a-miracle dimensions and, as in the best of the old days I can relax and take each game on an as-it-comes basis. And …
… hang on, there is still the home game against Sheffield Utd on Tuesday to go I remind myself as we slide back down the M6, before the trip to Wembley.