Creswell were top of the league before the game. We travelled out on a sunny afternoon to our most distant league game. The Old Cricket Ground in Creswell. I don't know the last time a game of cricket was played on this surface, but the grass was longer than our back lawn, which itself is like a prairie! Not a pitch for silky Henri-like football then!
No excuses though, the best football came from the home side, and, more worryingly, they out-muscled us for everything. I've really not a lot to say about the game, it was 80 minutes of dedication and commitment, and the side that wanted the result the most got it. Nothing spectacular, nothing wonderful -it was a hard slog and hopefully we will have learned from it.
I started to bend the ear of one or two of them at half time, but took a look at the face of our captain (Will) - streaming with sweat, and knew that it wasn't through lack of trying.
The last goal was just rubbing our noses in it, though. Their attacker was well offside, and I don't mean it to sound like sour grapes, he was bang-to-rights. But no whistle and I embarassed myself by getting wound up and shouting some nonsense like "that's why you're ***** ing top of the league"! I'll keep that in to try to give a taste for the kind of frustrating afternoon that we had.
And we surely all got frustrated - me and Neil,parents, subs - everyone. But after the game there was absolutely no point in a rant, it would have achieved nowt. So I sent them home with nothing other than: "think about your own performance here, think about how we played as a team and we'll talk tomorrow (training)"
The score? We lost 0-5 and Creswell were still top of the league as we drove away.
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