LilleSkyBlue
Well-Known Member
I love Crawley in the springtime
I don't get to many games but drove over from France for that relegation battle in May 2015. Buds on the trees, getting used to the longer evenings again. I left the ground misty eyed, giddy with Maddison's peformance and Nouble's steal on the right wing that preceded his goal. Bloody hell though, Proschwitz' penalty miss... The mist became tears as I saw the Harry Shaw coaches parked up outside the ground. I had rarely known relief like it, having tossed and turned all week running the different survival scenarios through my head.
I followed this one on, well, ifollow and enjoyed once again some pretty poor reception. I finally got the film reel going on about 6m, meaning I was puzzled but optimistic at the sound of 'Up the football league we go' echoing around the ground. Had we already scored? No way of knowing without touching my computer keyboard and risking the integrity of the live stream. However, it was all Crawley for what seemed like much of the first half. Their goal, deserved, looked like a tactical sketch the Crawley players might have sportingly shown to our defence before the game, never expecting us to fall for it. When the camera panned out after Young's telegraphed goal had duly bemused our defence, I saw it was actually 1-1, not 0-1. That made me relatively happy.
We couldn't keep the ball for more than two men at a time however and Crawley were breaking through our tackles and thumping fast, accurate passes past us and into attacking channels. You could hear the clean contact they were making on the ball. I thought we'd as good as had it.
Not so. Biamou changed the game, though not in an immediately obvious way. The balance shifted towards us as the second ball fell more often to our midfielders. It started to be our players knocking triangles together on the touchlines and darting forwards from midfield positions. Biamou was pulling their defence around more and stretching them. I began to see how we might hold out for a draw and build the play-off push on the back of this valuable result. Defence looking good, ah, of course, Willis doing the simple things well. Then Ponticelli's second made me leaping mad around our salon, with air rushing back into my body and spring finally coming. Notts County reversed; yes, we too could get a win in a fairly poor match that could have gone either way.
Loved it, loved it.
I don't get to many games but drove over from France for that relegation battle in May 2015. Buds on the trees, getting used to the longer evenings again. I left the ground misty eyed, giddy with Maddison's peformance and Nouble's steal on the right wing that preceded his goal. Bloody hell though, Proschwitz' penalty miss... The mist became tears as I saw the Harry Shaw coaches parked up outside the ground. I had rarely known relief like it, having tossed and turned all week running the different survival scenarios through my head.
I followed this one on, well, ifollow and enjoyed once again some pretty poor reception. I finally got the film reel going on about 6m, meaning I was puzzled but optimistic at the sound of 'Up the football league we go' echoing around the ground. Had we already scored? No way of knowing without touching my computer keyboard and risking the integrity of the live stream. However, it was all Crawley for what seemed like much of the first half. Their goal, deserved, looked like a tactical sketch the Crawley players might have sportingly shown to our defence before the game, never expecting us to fall for it. When the camera panned out after Young's telegraphed goal had duly bemused our defence, I saw it was actually 1-1, not 0-1. That made me relatively happy.
We couldn't keep the ball for more than two men at a time however and Crawley were breaking through our tackles and thumping fast, accurate passes past us and into attacking channels. You could hear the clean contact they were making on the ball. I thought we'd as good as had it.
Not so. Biamou changed the game, though not in an immediately obvious way. The balance shifted towards us as the second ball fell more often to our midfielders. It started to be our players knocking triangles together on the touchlines and darting forwards from midfield positions. Biamou was pulling their defence around more and stretching them. I began to see how we might hold out for a draw and build the play-off push on the back of this valuable result. Defence looking good, ah, of course, Willis doing the simple things well. Then Ponticelli's second made me leaping mad around our salon, with air rushing back into my body and spring finally coming. Notts County reversed; yes, we too could get a win in a fairly poor match that could have gone either way.
Loved it, loved it.
