Sheesh. Right now, it seems no one knows how to give away stupid goals like we do... This evening we lost 5-3 to a team I thought were called Becket Chambers, but seemed to actually have a different name that I can't even remember. In the first half we outplayed them in most departments but still went a stupid goal down... but our luck hadn't run out at that point and an oppo defender elected to head a Dangermouse cross into his own net. 1-1 at half-time and we were feeling confident.
Unfortunately the confidence disappeared, replaced by a classic shambolic Accies few minutes at the start of the 2nd half, and before we knew it we were 4-1 down. Unforgivable. We stuck at it and got a goal, a great Thorny header from a Spuds cross, and for a time there was hope that we'd get a 3rd goal to give the oppo The Fear. Sadly a remarkable cross-cum-shot from their right-winger looped over North-Ants and in for 5-2. Dangermouse, a thorn in Becket's side all night, made it 5-3 with not long left and it still felt like if only we had a few minutes to spare and could stop the madness at the back, maybe we could get something improbable. But of course not, and so it was that the aforementioned shambles consigned us to an all too avoidable defeat. All this despite us scoring 3 goals for only the 2nd time in 2009.
The other point to note was that Messrs Heath, Gardener B, Macdonald and Lejeune looked lovely in their brand spanking new Accies kits, as did Stuart Hymams, landlord of The Paxton, who was presented with a No 40 shirt as a very belated 40th birthday present. He seemed suitably chuffed.
Up the Accies. Goodnight.
PS I recommend 'Institutionalised' by Suicidal Tendencies. A riotously good tune.
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