Fuck. Fuckety, fuckety, fuckety, fucking bollocks.
Fuck.
Where exactly do I start? How about we’ve done it again or it’s the bridesmaids dresses again then.
We saved the poorest performance of the season right until the moment we really didn’t need it and then produced it big time.
Passes went astray all night we defended like the Pleck under 12 girls reserves and created bugger all. Brissett and Cramb were the front two with Wrack and Darko on the wings.
Millwall had done their homework and in ensuring they nullified Wrack and Cramb they were willing to concede ground to Darko and Brissett in the knowledge that the chances of damage from these two was limited.
Their midfield plan was the same. Stop Keates and force our play to go through Pingu. He then either misplaced passes or tried one of those irritating dinks over the back four for their keeper to swallow up all night.
Up front they were mobile and continually made our back line turn. We’re clearly not the most mobile or pacy back line, hence the deep defending when we’re holding onto a one goal lead and Millwall took full advantage of this.
Their front two never stood still and their general movement and pace was a constant menace. Had they had their shooting boots on then they would have had a hatful.
They eventually opened the scoring just after the half hour with probably their fourth real chance. Others had been wasted, blocked or well saved but our luck was going to run out at some stage and this was it. A quickly taken free kick caught us sleeping and the subsequent cross was finished off at the second attempt by Sadlier. That he decided to celebrate in front of the home fans by taking the piss out of us was unnecessary however and I really do hope that someone returns a similar favour to him one day.
Inevitably (albeit somewhat understandably) the Millwall fans also went over the top with the first of three pitch invasions. Basically any real chance we had of a trip to North London on April 18th evaporated with this moment and the smoke began to rise from the smouldering ashes of another Wembley fuck up.
With two goals required for extra time let alone victory we were never in with a chance. Although if our equaliser had come in the 80th minute instead of the 90th then you wouldn’t have put your mortgage on the Lions holding out.
The problem was it did come in the 90th minute and with only one minute of added time left it was too little too late. For what it’s worth Siggy scored his first Walsall goal from a close range header.
Does anyone know the number for the Samaritans? Bridesmaids yet again.
Fuck.