Oh dear, what a shambles?
Well it’s hard to say much else really, for on Saturday we probably
squandered the best chance we will have of getting a home draw in the
play-offs, in a league that is probably as poor as it will ever get.
It was a massive game that we should have been so up for, but
again we looked disinterested and this season is quickly descending into the
one that got away! It will never be easier for a workmanlike team, that is just
a bit consistent, to get to Old Trafford, but the last few weeks have proved
that we are neither workmanlike nor consistent. Wigan on Friday night really,
really wanted it, yet with us, to have so much to play for and yet to not turn
up for long periods of the game, is simply criminal for me.
We were clueless at times and people won’t pay to see what
we all sat through on Saturday much longer, for our 2019 home form is now verging
on a disaster. This was our most inept performance since we played Huddersfield
in the Magic Weekend jamboree, if not, perhaps, our poorest of the season. The
tragedy is that Salford although adequate and disciplined in their execution of
a simple game plan, were not that good either.
They were brilliantly led from scrum half by Hastings, but
otherwise 5 of their scores came from us either making mistakes in our own
20-meter area or from us giving penalties away in the same zone. But, some of
our lot appeared to be simply going through the motions, they’ll deny it and
perhaps I’m being a bit harsh here, however, in the end that’s how it looked to
the scores of people who were streaming out of the ground with 10 minutes to
Last week in the build-up to the game we knew it was a
massive chance to go 2 points clear in second, surely you have to want that?
Surely that must motivate you to at least give your all? Surely it’s your,
defining moment of the season so far? Well we mere mortals might all have
thought that, but from a shambolic looking warm up to the final hooter, some of
our lot simply lacked any sort of wanting or passion at all.
I love my club and I can take defeat, I can take humiliation and even disastrous outcomes and do it with pride, but only if I’m convinced everyone is giving their all for me; on Saturday I’m convinced a lot didn’t!!! It’s simply in the end all about playing for the FC, for the shirt, the badge and the fans, yet I saw precious little of that on show at all. In fact, in the end, Salford came out worthy winners. I’d like to say it was heart-breaking, but for this season at least, I think I’m past that now!