Yeovil Town 3-1 Huddersfield Town
A totally inept, clueless display - and live on TV. A shambles.
This contest was over by half-time - and how we were not 8 or 9 goals behind by then I will never know. Yeovil totally outlplayed us in every department, looked like they would score every time they came forward, we were an embaressment.
Huddersfield were behind as early as the third minute, when Messers Mirfin and McCombe (playing instead of an injured Martin McIntosh) left a defensive gap you could drive a tank through to allow Leon Best to score with a well placed effort. It was awful. John McCombe went off injured shortly afterwards leaving us with only one recognised centre-half as Aaron Hardy had to come on in his place.
Soon we were two down. More defensive nightmares allowed Best again to get in and rifle an excellent shot plast Matt Glennon (it was at this point my husband appeared - he didn't speak, he didn't need to, think my face must have said it all).
Wave after wave of Green-and-White attacks followed. Every time we had the ball there seemed to be six Yeovil players fighting to get it off us, a joke. Jacko standing there - even the commontator said "...he doesn't seem to know what to do..." - you don't say.....
Three down before half time, when a cross from the right hand side was deflected for an own-goal by Aaron Hardy. I was in utter despair - it could have been double figures ("...are they always this bad Julie?...", "...new song for the Kaiser Chiefs there - I Predict A Rout...", "Did your manager ever play football..." (a serious, not ironic remark either that one) amongst the comments I had to put up with).
Half time couldn't come quick enough. Sam rather helpfully brought me a large vodka and tonic - "...you might be needing this...".
Second half though and Town seemed to buck their ideas up a bit - we were playing with a bit more urgency (too late by now though, the game was gone), and I was confident we wouldn't lose by the cricket-score the first half promised, and reward was to come when Chris Brandon played the ball through to Gary Taylor-Fletcher who chipped in over the goalkeeper to give the score some semnence of respectability. And we very nearly got a second when a Boothy header flashed wide of the post (if that had gone in, well who knows).
I think that by this time everyone within earshot was aware of my opinion of Mark Hudson (told you he would be a starter tonight) "...worst Town player in history...", "...not good enough, useless...". So imagine my utter disgust when Boothy was substituted and the captains armband ended up with...... Mark Hudson ("...oh no, this isn't happening - is someone having a laugh or what...").
So 3-1 it finished. Luckilly for me the members of Coppenhall Club were kind - to be honest I think they admire my bravery, sitting there with my Town shirt on at the front watching as the lads let me down big style, but not once leaving my seat during play. There was even a Leeds fan there who was hoping we would score ("..they'll get one in a minute Joolz, you'll see...").
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After the match Jacko described our first-half performance as "...unacceptable...". He's supposed to be Motivator-in-Chief, some of the blame has to land with him - so whats going wrong?? As Sam said to me afterwards "...if you could play like you played second half for the whole ninety minutes you wouldn't be too bad a side...". Precisely. Whatever he says to them at half-time should be said at the start maybe.......
Jacko on Yeovil v Huddersfield (written)
A totally inept, clueless display - and live on TV. A shambles.
This contest was over by half-time - and how we were not 8 or 9 goals behind by then I will never know. Yeovil totally outlplayed us in every department, looked like they would score every time they came forward, we were an embaressment.
Huddersfield were behind as early as the third minute, when Messers Mirfin and McCombe (playing instead of an injured Martin McIntosh) left a defensive gap you could drive a tank through to allow Leon Best to score with a well placed effort. It was awful. John McCombe went off injured shortly afterwards leaving us with only one recognised centre-half as Aaron Hardy had to come on in his place.
Soon we were two down. More defensive nightmares allowed Best again to get in and rifle an excellent shot plast Matt Glennon (it was at this point my husband appeared - he didn't speak, he didn't need to, think my face must have said it all).
Wave after wave of Green-and-White attacks followed. Every time we had the ball there seemed to be six Yeovil players fighting to get it off us, a joke. Jacko standing there - even the commontator said "...he doesn't seem to know what to do..." - you don't say.....
Three down before half time, when a cross from the right hand side was deflected for an own-goal by Aaron Hardy. I was in utter despair - it could have been double figures ("...are they always this bad Julie?...", "...new song for the Kaiser Chiefs there - I Predict A Rout...", "Did your manager ever play football..." (a serious, not ironic remark either that one) amongst the comments I had to put up with).
Half time couldn't come quick enough. Sam rather helpfully brought me a large vodka and tonic - "...you might be needing this...".
Second half though and Town seemed to buck their ideas up a bit - we were playing with a bit more urgency (too late by now though, the game was gone), and I was confident we wouldn't lose by the cricket-score the first half promised, and reward was to come when Chris Brandon played the ball through to Gary Taylor-Fletcher who chipped in over the goalkeeper to give the score some semnence of respectability. And we very nearly got a second when a Boothy header flashed wide of the post (if that had gone in, well who knows).
I think that by this time everyone within earshot was aware of my opinion of Mark Hudson (told you he would be a starter tonight) "...worst Town player in history...", "...not good enough, useless...". So imagine my utter disgust when Boothy was substituted and the captains armband ended up with...... Mark Hudson ("...oh no, this isn't happening - is someone having a laugh or what...").
So 3-1 it finished. Luckilly for me the members of Coppenhall Club were kind - to be honest I think they admire my bravery, sitting there with my Town shirt on at the front watching as the lads let me down big style, but not once leaving my seat during play. There was even a Leeds fan there who was hoping we would score ("..they'll get one in a minute Joolz, you'll see...").
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After the match Jacko described our first-half performance as "...unacceptable...". He's supposed to be Motivator-in-Chief, some of the blame has to land with him - so whats going wrong?? As Sam said to me afterwards "...if you could play like you played second half for the whole ninety minutes you wouldn't be too bad a side...". Precisely. Whatever he says to them at half-time should be said at the start maybe.......
Jacko on Yeovil v Huddersfield (written)
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