Joachim brace sinks Wrexham
By: Alun Thomas
PRE-MATCH THOUGHTS:Our League form has
been reasonable of late, and Boston have lost at home twice in the last
week. A comfortable win seems not unlikely.
CONDITIONS:
An archetypal British football afternoon – dark, cold,
dank, heavy pitch – perfect for the late George Best.
SUM UP OUR PERFORMANCE IN ONE SENTENCE:
More Conference than automatic promotion or playoffs.
TURNING POINT:
Not remembering that we are invariably vulnerable
immediately after scoring.
MAIN INCIDENTS AND GOALS:
Well, there weren’t too many incidents as two mediocre sides went at it
in an all-round display as depressing as the Fen afternoon. A general
inability to thread more than two passes together, plus an inordinate
number of passes going straight into touch, soon became the order of the
day. Dean Bennett showed well in the early stages before fading badly
and it wasn’t too long before we were behind. A ball over the top saw
everyone, fans included, looking for the offside flag whilst Julian
Joachim strolled round Ingham to score. We seemed to be second to every
important ball and it’s difficult to recall us winning any 50 -50
challenges, Danny excepted.
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We were dreadful today, worst away
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Bayliss and Lawrence were anyhow with crosses whilst Jones (unusually)
and Roche (characteristically) failed dismally to impose any authority
on the game. Evil tried hard while Jon Walters just tried the patience.
The second period followed much the same pattern until around the hour
mark when we finally seemed to be in the ascendancy. Ferguson, rising
out of a trough of ineptitude for the first and only time in the game,
played in Evil for carbon copy of Joachim’s goal. Criminally, though, we
dropped our guard at the back and within five minutes were trailing
again. A little dink over the top, Ingy hesitated before advancing and
the man once dubbed “Joe Chim” by an Aussie commentator scored with a
crashing drive.
I felt we should have had a penalty shortly after that when Kuipers
seemed to floor Evil, and when we raised our game a touch toward the end
Evil saw a long-range shot well saved and a Lawrence effort was headed
off the line. But a leveller would have been more than our performance
deserved.
OPPOSITION AND FANS:
Boston were up for it throughout in a way that we never were, and in
Joachim surely have the best striker in the division. If it’s true that
they are paying him four grand a week then it’s money well spent. Their
fans were noisy once they were ahead, although the Lincolnshire Police
made sure that there were fewer of them in the ground at the end.
OFFICIALS:
Some strange, occasionally very strange, decisions
from the referee but he got his bookings spot on, especially the home
player for time-wasting almost as soon as Boston had opened the scoring.
Ferguson’s, for a mindless hack, summed up his afternoon – or did it?
Christmas is coming and maybe he needs to up his quota of yellows in
order to qualify for the familiar Yuletide break.
MAN OF THE MATCH:
Only one real contender here – Danny Williams. Denis Smith was a centre
half whose lack of pace possibly prevented him from playing further
forward and it surely won’t have escaped his notice that Danny is
developing into something similar.
IF YOU WERE DENIS SMITH:
I’d be wondering which Wrexham team will turn up next week.
POST-MATCH THOUGHTS:
I was lucky – fifty minutes after the final whistle I was at home, beer
in hand. But on the way out of York Street I fell into step with the
little group who travel to our games from Swindon, and who faced a four
hour trek with plenty of time to reflect on the afternoon’s
disappointment. One wonders if the players, money safe in the bank and
with Sunday and Monday off, spared them a thought. Swindon Reds, and the
rest of us (including the very vocal Sunderland boys), deserved better
today.
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