 "Deaf dumb and blind kid, sure play's a mean pinball"... best describes most of our opportunities against the Beeb. A severe paucity of fluid, flowing football from us but we should have put at least one of many chances away from Dave's rocket launcher throws and Hollo's teasing corners.
Like a mad-spastic multiball, the ball pinged around their box on numerous occasions without ever going up the jackpot ramp. All this after going one down early on tenuously resulting from a Donovan trip on their (only) tricky striker. But wait, surely the penalty boinged off the post... Yes, then we started celebrating staying level too quickly, fell asleep, went a bit deaf, dumb and blind, and allowed a deflected shot to squeeze in at the near post.
After deadlock in the first half, we had plenty of chances to wrap the game up. Unfortunately, most of them fell to a rather bemused Will: |
Not pretty but after more skittles in the penalty area and various attempts to get a strike in with the ball rebounding all over place, the ball was blocked on the line by a defender using ample midriff allied to niftily positioned arm down the side. Despite vehement protests from the BBC, Ian calmly slotted the penalty away, begging the question: how come Hollo can score from 12 yards but not six?.
With the match evenly poised at 1-1 and Mozzer having coped admirably with the Beeb's paltry efforts, a swift move out of defence resulted in a long diagonal ball. Andy screamed for the ball, scaring the living shit out of Mark who looked to have it covered but their nippy forward got there just before Mozzer's attempted smother on the box's edge and flicked it over the line for a barely deserved winner with only a few minutes remaining.