August 8, 2037
I was feeling more confident with the squad heading into the opening day of the National League South season. We'd picked up a further five players, most of whom were younger with potential. The board had cracked the sods saying they hoped I'd picked up more younger players. Sorry I thought, all those veterans of 24/25/26 years of age...
The most important pick-up in my eyes was 19 year-old Jimmy Redmond. A Manchester United product who was shown teh door without a game was now here at Maurice Rebak Stadium. He could well be one of the best players going into the future and while Kevin Long might have the number one spot, he was neck and neck with him - and 14 years younger. In my opinion he was a bit of a steal even if his passing could be erratic.
I headed to the rooms where the lads were warming up. I was still unsure as to what team I would go with now, but with so many strikers it waws hard not to have two up front. My strongerst inherited players were the wingers in Cedric Simpson and Paul Harrison so I had to have them which in some way forced me into a 4-2-2-2 wide. We'd battled well against much stronger opposition in the football league so surely we could do it against an opponent of equal stature.
16 minutes. It is all it took for my hopes and ambitions to come crashing down. Cheltenham Town's Brad Thompson has just danced around a couple of opponents and slammed home the visitors' second goal. Three minutes earlier Stephen Wright had booted the opening goal of the season and now Cheltenham had a two goal lead.
I had to make a stand and put my balls on the line. "Jimmy, warm-up," I shouted across to my new teenage keeper. The last thing I ever think of doing is switching keepers, but in a moment of madness, or perhaps pure anger at Kevin Long, I made the switch. The crowd was not happy and I didn't blame them. So much optimism heading into the season to be given this. Luckily it was about to change.
Marty Coyle found space in the box and headed a cross past the opposition keeper at the 21st minute and then two minutes later Cedric Simpson slammed one home and we were level. The crowd roared and I fist pumped the air. We were back! Maybe this wasn't so hard after all...
I spoke too soon. Neil Bonner came limping off at the 34 minute mark, with recruit Mark Thorpe to replace him. As the change was being made, Cheltenham Town's Metehan Wright slammed home the team's third goal of the day and they headed into half-time with a 3-2 lead. It might have been a spectacle for the fans, but we were poor. I let the team know in no uncertain terms that they had to improve. Made worse was the fact that the fresh replacement striker, Mark Thorpe had injured himself and we were forced to make a chance bringing on Robert Powell and switching up the order to a weird 4-3-2-1.
Needless to say with no fresh men and the momentum against us it was not hard for Akgun to find another gap and score just five minutes into the second half. We seemed to have no structure wandering around like lost dogs. I felt sorry for rach and every one of the fans that came out to see us even if the visiting fans outnumbered us. We were poor and needed a change ASAP. But alas there was little to salvage out of the game with time running down and no fresh legs. In a way were were lucky to escape with just the 2-4 loss, but it was pretty awful.
“I don’t know what the **** you ****ers think you were ****ing doing out there but it sure as hell wasn’t playing football. You looked like a bunch of ****ing headless chooks trying to run around in circles finding the ball,” I screamed. “That was ****ing embarrassing and the fact that our fans had to sit through that shit, I feel bad for them. “I want us to put this as the lowest bar and the only way is up. No-one is safe and we’re gonna have a hard week on the track this week. Mark my words.”
Let's just say the players understood how I felt about their performance. Now it was up to me to turn it around for the next match against Dover Athletic in three days time.
I was feeling more confident with the squad heading into the opening day of the National League South season. We'd picked up a further five players, most of whom were younger with potential. The board had cracked the sods saying they hoped I'd picked up more younger players. Sorry I thought, all those veterans of 24/25/26 years of age...
The most important pick-up in my eyes was 19 year-old Jimmy Redmond. A Manchester United product who was shown teh door without a game was now here at Maurice Rebak Stadium. He could well be one of the best players going into the future and while Kevin Long might have the number one spot, he was neck and neck with him - and 14 years younger. In my opinion he was a bit of a steal even if his passing could be erratic.
I headed to the rooms where the lads were warming up. I was still unsure as to what team I would go with now, but with so many strikers it waws hard not to have two up front. My strongerst inherited players were the wingers in Cedric Simpson and Paul Harrison so I had to have them which in some way forced me into a 4-2-2-2 wide. We'd battled well against much stronger opposition in the football league so surely we could do it against an opponent of equal stature.
16 minutes. It is all it took for my hopes and ambitions to come crashing down. Cheltenham Town's Brad Thompson has just danced around a couple of opponents and slammed home the visitors' second goal. Three minutes earlier Stephen Wright had booted the opening goal of the season and now Cheltenham had a two goal lead.
I had to make a stand and put my balls on the line. "Jimmy, warm-up," I shouted across to my new teenage keeper. The last thing I ever think of doing is switching keepers, but in a moment of madness, or perhaps pure anger at Kevin Long, I made the switch. The crowd was not happy and I didn't blame them. So much optimism heading into the season to be given this. Luckily it was about to change.
Marty Coyle found space in the box and headed a cross past the opposition keeper at the 21st minute and then two minutes later Cedric Simpson slammed one home and we were level. The crowd roared and I fist pumped the air. We were back! Maybe this wasn't so hard after all...
I spoke too soon. Neil Bonner came limping off at the 34 minute mark, with recruit Mark Thorpe to replace him. As the change was being made, Cheltenham Town's Metehan Wright slammed home the team's third goal of the day and they headed into half-time with a 3-2 lead. It might have been a spectacle for the fans, but we were poor. I let the team know in no uncertain terms that they had to improve. Made worse was the fact that the fresh replacement striker, Mark Thorpe had injured himself and we were forced to make a chance bringing on Robert Powell and switching up the order to a weird 4-3-2-1.
Needless to say with no fresh men and the momentum against us it was not hard for Akgun to find another gap and score just five minutes into the second half. We seemed to have no structure wandering around like lost dogs. I felt sorry for rach and every one of the fans that came out to see us even if the visiting fans outnumbered us. We were poor and needed a change ASAP. But alas there was little to salvage out of the game with time running down and no fresh legs. In a way were were lucky to escape with just the 2-4 loss, but it was pretty awful.
“I don’t know what the **** you ****ers think you were ****ing doing out there but it sure as hell wasn’t playing football. You looked like a bunch of ****ing headless chooks trying to run around in circles finding the ball,” I screamed. “That was ****ing embarrassing and the fact that our fans had to sit through that shit, I feel bad for them. “I want us to put this as the lowest bar and the only way is up. No-one is safe and we’re gonna have a hard week on the track this week. Mark my words.”
Let's just say the players understood how I felt about their performance. Now it was up to me to turn it around for the next match against Dover Athletic in three days time.