Kevthebike wrote:

And the board still wants us to pay to watch rubbish like that, well that's the last game for me.

On yer bike, then Kev! 

 

Hard to believe this team have been getting decent results on the road - perhaps we should start wearing our grey kit at home 🤔 And have our midfielders retrained as quarter backs? - too many 50 yard passes from the halfway line!

jartin9001 wrote:

I think everyone needs to take some time and think. Cooky has done a good job in his best 2 years. A run of bad games isn’t the end of the world- especially the fact we’re missing Bray and KP. We’re mid table- that’s not awful for us, you need to put the realism caps on, it would be nice to challenge for playoffs- but our budget isn’t anywhere near enough. Please put things into context before slating him

A frustrating night. Poor most of the game but ended up with chances that we should have taken.  Hemel looked a better side with more understanding despite a new manager.

I don’t understand the direction of the club, We play these non league journeymen who haven’t really achieved anything and yet expect to progress. They must cost a fortune each week.

If the aim is to finish top 10, then what?  Those players won’t do anymore so we just go and replace them all.

I’d rather have a team filled with potential who play a bit of football that’s good to watch and finish a touch lower in the league, but at least we’re building towards something!!

Yes that’s fair but their keeper is paid to do his job and he did play well when we did eventually managed to work him, I agree with the lack of cohesion between the players and its becoming obvious that theme runs from the pitch to the terraces as well. Hemel not the side they were but still had to much know how overall, injuries will always play a part in the season as will refereeing decisions as the manager said let’s look at ourselves first, club has gone forward off the pitch but definitely not on it, saying that I still expect us to beat Braintree Saturday. Then we can look forward to a Xmas relegation battle with our dear struggling rivals.

The mood in the ancestral Daimler was sombre and refective as his Lordship and The Bearded Wonder returned homewards last night.  While Her Ladyship stayed up to continue knitting her quarter scale Massey-Ferguson  tractor in red and grey wool ready for the Harvest Festival at St *********'s, his Lordhip pondered a glass  (or two was it?) of cognac  and stared into the middle distance....contemplating his:

Inexpert Analysis Number 6:

Overall:  Never has His Lordship crossed and uncrossed his legs in frustration and discomfort as much as did between 7.45 and 9.15 pm yesterday.  For moments between 9.15 and 9.40 the old heart rate, now regrettably, a mere  flutter, rose a little ..  but subsided as quickly.  Whatever the malaise at CTFC, it is sadly not fleeting and temporary.  The side that played the more effective football, won.  The side that, by rights, should have won, didn't.

HHFC:
Spirited, worked hard... did the simple things and presumably couldn't believe their luck at the quality of the opposition on the night.  His Lordship at one point to the obvious vexation of TBW counted, out loud, the number of consecutive passes made by each team; the results were stark... and obvious.  When we strung  our longest series together, we scored.  QED

CTFC:  a  complete enigma... as all others on this forum acknowledge. They worked hard to make something happen, no doubt about it to this observer, but the work was so misdirected and wasted that frustration was close to boiling point both on and off the pitch. Terrifically constructed goal... but that means little when it is set in a desert of mediocrity.
Here's a mixed bag of His Lordship and The Bearded Wonder's diagnoses of the patient's ailments  in no particular order... some of which are curable ; some of which are more intractable: 

We seem frightened of holding the ball, looking up and making the easy pass ( lack of confidence);  nobody is prepared to back themselves and sometimes really run at a retreating defence ( lack of confidence);  we lack pace ( personnel);  some players lack technical quality.. that abilty to create time and space for yourself, and, instead  compensate by simply  kicking the ball forward in hope rather than expectation ( personnel.. and confidence); are the players under instruction to release the ball as soon as they get it?  if, so.. it isn't working ( coaching/ management problem);  are the players being well led on the pitch? ( personnel/management);  we keep looking as if we are the Away side in our approach (management).  Worryingly we seem to have established a vicious circle/ cycle of lack of vocal support.  It is very hard, even for His Lordship's usually exuberant vocal encouragement, to get an airing when there is so little to cheer ( in both senses). Thornbury Park Surfacing is becoming a silent, listless, anxious place... except for a more ebullient 5 minutes near the end last night. when the momentum, lost for 80 minutes,  suddenly swung to us and we at last threatened.

ENOUGH! I hear you shout.  The teenagers on this site have now slammed their bedroom doors in a sulk, leaving the adults to try a to make sense of it all and pick a way forward.  Analysis in this case, and for His Lordship is only a form of consolation and a non- alcoholic antidote to disappointment, frustration and not a little bewilderment.   Nevertheless..........Forward to Saturday in hope !!
**On a more important note, Her Layship's hand-knitted tractor, BTW, is a work of art and deserves wider recognition... maybe at half-time on the pitch on Saturday, Mr Chairman?