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Poor performance.
New No3 never got into the game, was a passenger for most of it.
No midfield, Russe couldn’t win much and gave the ball away and Jackson’s hold up play and touch were terrible.
And god knows what Stern was up to, headless chicken and dead ball delivery woeful.
As someone said on another post, we really were lacking a goal scorer until Warwick came on.
Ref was terrible.

Enough said move onto the next one.

Poor poor game, looked void of energy and drive, Chelmsford not the team we have seen over the years so as stated on previous post, points dropped.


 

Harrumph!  The Bearded Wonder's (TBW) assessment on Saturday at 4.58 ( and before that at 3.12, 3.17 and most times thereafter).

His Lordship's Inexpert Analysis Number 2:
TBW staring doggedly at his telphone declared emphatically early on that we were set up at the back for an away game not a home game then fell between two stools.  Back 3 holding, wing-backs trying to get up the pitch, when Away they'd be falling back more, left gaping channels  between Messrs Richards, Hamilton and Parselle for CCFC to run into..... and they did, to good effect. Quite often.

Chelmsford:  Efficient, tidy with one or two quick players ( Nos 7 and 12 particularly). .. and of course, blessed with Young Charles Sheringham, scion of that fellow blue-blood,  master Edward, aka Teddy... who had a " potent" game and was rewarded with 2 goals for his pains. Awarded a soft penalty after a scrappy-ish start, they understandably grew in confidence and belief as the game progressed to the fateful 17th or thereabouts minute when Bonny Prince Charlie filleted us ( not for the first time) and tucked the ball neatly past WH.  Thereafter, they hardly looked back.  Nearly scored what would have been  the best goal of the game from a brilliant by-line cut back to Young Charlie ....and only looked remotely discomposed  in the final wobbly minutes. **One for the "I-Spy" collector ...CCFC brought on, as a  late substitute, a Number 13 whose number appeared to reflect his chronological age.  "Looks as though he's  just left a new Year 8 Induction session"  TBW  declared  resentfully nursing   his tepid Bovril.

CTFC:  not our finest hour and a half.  Barely in it.  Repeatedly exposed by speed of thought and foot, and incisive CCFC passing in the final critical 3rd... the one thing that  H&W, the better-looking side, couldn't manage.
Lost midfield grip ... if they ever really gained it.  Young Stearn poor fella had a poor one,  caught in possession repeatedly  and wanting in pace.  The goal just before half-time should have heralded the rally and a different set-up.  Despite a lively  5 or ten minutes after half time we were then cut apart again and the jig was up.  In terms of pecentages and marginal gains:  far too many hurried, aimless passes.. sometimes into touch, or into vague space and easily mopped up; too many times caught on the ball, Generally looked unable to work out what was going wrong.  Once again Young Warwick brought something.. namely directness and a hint of threat, otherwise sadly wanting at other times. A forgettable afternoon. Optimistic note:  Could we please bottle what we were doing in the first 7 or 8 minutes after half-time and reproduce more consistently. Got to the byline 2 or 3 times and threatened. Repeat dosage and all will be better was her Ladyship's ( absent at the time) advice... and usually is, especially when it concerns a Gordon's and tonic.

On a personal, Lordly note, (see Havant post), was sad that Messrs Ronnie and Matt were unable to join me  for a half-time lip-wetter (a dram of Benromach 15 Single Malt).  TBW on  chauffeuring duties confined to Bovril... hence brooding resentment. Next time perhaps? And of course any other fellow Bluebird Keyboard Warriors welcome.