Another two hours of my life down the pan ...
Another late kick-off (1950) - something which sadly is becoming the norm for night games - God knows why - and another defeat to a lower-placed team - and another sloppy, disjointed, dare I say it p*ss poor performance from the men in white. Another grim attendance (officially 102 but ...), another cold night, another "What the Hell am I doing here ?" moment ... I'll be honest, as the game wore on I was slowly losing the will to snap - which probably explains the paucity of pictorials from the game - I even contrived to miss the Mossley equaliser whilst warming hands and changing lenses - I certainly wasn't expecting it - and neither were the other (alleged) 101 people there I'd guess. Anyway suck it and see ...
Mossley 1 Prescot Cables 2
Something's going horribly wrong - good players do not become bad players overnight ... interesting to note that the current dire run seems to have begun following the departure of Ben Richardson to Woodley Sports - coincidence or what ? Rumours abound (naturally) of internal strife, players being dropped for no apparent reason, players being played out of position. The official line seems to be "building for the future", but for every new brick, two seem to be falling down. Fourteen games to go, with six more at home, and the worry is that sooner or later the crowds will "officially" dip below three figures - obviously there are home games against Chester and Chorley to come which should provide healthy attendances ... but last night some of the natives were definitely revolting ... and three points from the last eighteen is relegation form ...
(At least Stafford Rangers beat Redditch to give some hope for avoiding the drop into the Evo Stik ...)
... and finally - in a vain attempt to cheer everyone up - I leave you with a snap of Sam "The Snood" Hare ...
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