Robins reliant on good luck

A couple of blogs ago I mentioned that Salop were about to embark on a ‘make or break’ five game run that could well define our season.

Well, we’re two games into that five game run, and we’ve gained a grand total of nil points from our meetings with Peterborough and Swindon. Oops.

Saturday’s defeat to a very very average Swindon side was almost as disappointing as the second series of Ricky Gervais’s Extras.

We certainly didn’t deserve to take three points from the game as we were a bit rubbish, but to lose to a speculative shot that bounces off about four players backsides before rolling into the net, is a bit hard to take.

Although we’re still handily placed in the table, there are more than a few disgruntled mutterings from the terraces with regards to individual players performances and team selection.

Now I’m pretty certain that Gary Peters reads this blog and will take on board everything i say…..seriously, he does.

So please Gary, do the following: 1) Play Ben Herd at right back instead of Sagi. I don’t know what Benny has done to upset you but at least he can pass the ball to feet, unlike some.

2) Sorvel and Drummond. It’s just not working. Whether I’m missing something I don’t know, but they never play well together. One of them has to go to the bench. You decide.

3) Ensure Glynn Hurst wears the same boots and eats the same pre-match meal as he has been up at Bury. So although I left the Meadow an irritated soul, I did take home the consolation of witnessing two moments of sheer footballing bliss, that kept my cockles slightly warm.

Firstly, the beauty of Ben Davies free kick to draw us level. Think Jemson vs Everton. It produced one of the finest moshes up by the Riverside buffet that I have ever had the privilege of partaking in and had me foolishly thinking that we’d go and win the game.

Secondly, Swindon Town’s number eleven, Andy Monkhouse. Mr Monkhouse committed one of the worst ever attempts on goal I have ever witnessed since the days of Chris Freestone.

He clearly thought he was just a touch better than he really is, and rather than try a traditional division four toe-poke, he fancied giving it the outside of the left boot nonsense.

So to see him fall to the floor in agony with a dodgy leg and be substituted, just moments after making a complete pigs ear of his attempted masterpiece, did seem just a trifle amusing. Andy Monkhouse, I salute you.

Anyhow, it’s Torquay away next. They’ve lost six games in a row. You just know what’s going to happen don’t you….