One Too Many Mornings…
My usual greeting to you in my article.
I don’t actually know what is the most relevant word in the above. Is it morning? Is it greeting-as I came so close to last night,mainly from frustration. Or is it usual?
I think it is the latter now,like Groundhog Day whenever we play in Europe. Yes,we took it to the opposition,but again,we are no longer a surprise package,teams now know what to expect when they face us. And at this level,we have seen that they are more than capable of coping.
Shakhtar are a very good side,but they are no world-beaters despite having some wonderful individuals. (Including some names from the past,like Matt Bianco and Sebo?) But every time we burst forward,trying manfully to breach their defence,there was always our fear and their expectation that they would always get the ball back- a loose or optimistic pass,an unlucky bounce,some straightforward quality defending-and that they could do what everyone else has this season.
Hit us hard and fast on the break,over-committed as usual up front.
So it proved,and in truth they could have done more damage than they did. Some excellent last-ditch defending,a couple of good saves,a miss like you haven’t seen in decades,they saved us from a hiding.
But that is to ignore our own contributions to the game,contributions that on another night-like,probably not in Europe!-would have seen us in a commanding lead,out of sight. There wasn’t a player who had a bad game,even if some of us will point to a lack of quality when needed. Everyone was doing the job of three men as we tried to cover every blade and every option.
For some,it was clearly a physically draining night,for others a mentally draining one. It has the potential to give us a hangover going into the next game.
And as I think this article should be mercifully brief,the headline is an appropriate one if we want to talk about hangovers. That one too many mornings,the regrets from the night before. But hey,who hasn’t had regrets about the night before without also having the occasional flash of the pleasure that was involved too?
Above article by BMCUWP