This wasn’t ever going to make or break the season but in many ways there could only be one positive result. Defeat wouldn’t have been terminal but in reality we simply had to win.
The first half was a strange one with Wrexham being reduced to ten men and Walsall seemingly happy to throw the ball up to Andy Rammell in what appeared nothing more cultured than route one football. Chances were scarcer than intelligent Wolves fans and the general standard of football was pretty poor.
A clearly edgy and jittery Walsall showing mirrored by a very nervous home terrace. The realisation that as a Club we're in danger of achieving something special has hit home now and I’m sure we’re in for more than one nervy 45 minutes over the next four weeks. The Wrexham sending off was as black and white as they come with some nutter midfielder trying to launch Wracky onto the car park outside. The other ten players knew the score and didn’t bother to dispute the decision.
As for chances, there weren’t any.
The second half was little better but two statistics told the story. Wrack crossed, Stiener headed home to give us the lead and we kept a clean sheet. Essentially game was crap, the performance was poor and in the end the difference between success and failure was about the inch gap under the crossbar that Stiener's header filled.
The last flurry of second half injury time saw a corner headed onto the bar, bounce out and be hooked back in, Keates(I think) cleared off the line again, hooked back in and cleared off the line again. The final whistle then sounded and the points were again ours.
Had we suffered another injury time equaliser then the Samaritans would have had a very busy night in the 01922 area.