These are crazy, crazy, crazy crazy nights.
I can’t stand Kiss, but if Gene Simmons & co were writing their ‘lyrics’ about this Friday they were spot on.
What a ridiculous game in so many ways.
We won 2-0 without an official shot on target.
We had a last-minute replacement referee from, erm, West Sussex. Some of his decisions seemed to confirm his point of origin as well, except that he missed the Graham Dorrans barge in the box.
Never mind, he also missed the foul on Josh Murphy in their box and allowed Brighton’s Bruno to act like Danny Dyer in rehearsals for his next “I am the Cockney King” movie.
A less athletic keeper than David Stockdale would not have got anywhere near either of Alex Pritchard’s blasts, so he was hoist with his own petard on both bounce-backs. Shame (not).
Of course, the half-time wits were out in force:
‘If he (Stockdale) gets another one, will they force him to take the match ball home?’
‘I’m going in the bookies in the morning to get odds on Chris Hughton to be the first sacked Premier League manager of next season’
And a couple of others not for publication.
Naturally, Stockdale’s reception from the Barclay for the second half was rather appropriate. Quite apart from his ‘Suffolk connections’ he’s played a couple of blinders against us in the recent past so his luck had to expire at some point.
Absolute praise for Messrs Ruddy, Martin and Bennett. When Ryan is up against an old-school lumberer like Glenn Murray he’s really quite impressive. It’s the speed of the opponent on the floor that does for him, unfortunately.
Anyway it was good to beat them, and a shame that some of the ‘banter’ was a little less than friendly.
I did save a smile for ‘He’ll take you back down, he’ll take you back down….’ I hadn’t thought of that one.
So, another game over: two to rip. It’s always nice to end a season on the up, which I think we’re achieving in an unspectacular type of way.
And now on to the part of football life that I really do not enjoy.
The festering corpse of this season isn’t even interred, and already Rangers want Graham Dorrans, Timm Klose is off to FC Basle, Alex Neil is active in the media because he wants another English Championship role, Ivo Pinto apparently wants to stay and Mitchell Dijks is quite understandably uncommitted.
Or so we’re told.
Alan Irvine might hang around if the golf clubs and tennis racquet can be utilised during the summer (I’ll play you best of three sets at tennis Alan, but I don’t know a seven-iron from the dogs’ food bowls).
Speculation gets me down. Those who write about these things invariably never know. They really don’t.
The only two exclusives I can remember in five years to be retrospectively proved correct are Archant’s Michael Bailey with Stuart Webber and our own Gary Gowers with Yanic Wildschut. Everything else was garbage.
And given the player turnover, let alone the announcement of the head coach, us City fans are going to have a treble basinful of that kind of chuck-away this summer.
Incidentally Keith, I went into my local Corals this morning and they said you would have to wait until the play-off final was over before they were prepared to offer odds on your Hughton bet! (I might be prepared to put on a tenner myself if I can get better than 1-3).
*I’ll just end by following up Gary’s article of yesterday and say that I urgently want to read what Steve Stone and Stuart Webber said to our Stewart too.
Come on mate, you know we want to see it 🙂