And to be fair we started well; some bright play putting Chester on the back foot and creating two or three opportunities, but then when our dominance failed to turn into goals Chester began to gain a foothold - not a convincing, fluent kind of foothold, just a sort of scruffy 'you're not having things your way' kind of foothold. That said though, i turned to a mate and declared that i was still confident and had he noticed that Chester were one of the few sides to visit Saltergate that looked physically smaller than ourselves?
Cue a free kick thirty yards out, cue an obvious warning as it had to be retaken, cue an semi decent cross, cue yet more sloppy defending from a side that're supposed to be "learning from mistakes" and cue another easily conceded goal.
From then on the game degenerated into an ordinary exchange between two ordinary sides. And if Lee Richardson appears in the media and attempts to convince anyone that we're a footballing team, then i'm afraid he's living in a cloudy land inhabited by cuckoos - 'cos our one and only tactic was to lob hopefull balls forward to a lively Jamie Ward and a Jack Lester that seemed either unfit or disinterested!
Half time and the now usual calls for change rang out.
Second half began pretty much like the first but it took only five minutes rather than around fifteen for Chester to impose themselves onto our game. Things stuttered along with the crowd growing increasingly restless until Richardson introduced Winter and Kerry for Robertson and the totally ineffectual Boden. All of a sudden we seemed to gain an impetus and i was just wondering out loud if putting Del Niven on the right was a wise move when he sent over a cross that Ward skillfully brought down before slotting home from six yards.
One - one, game on.
Town then enjoyed a purple patch by actually getting the ball down and putting passes together and, perhaps, could've done better but for a couple of decisions from the officials. Unfortunately it was a brief interlude though, as once again Chester were allowed back into the game and, blatant timewasting aside, were probably worth the draw they eventualy earned.
With five minutes to go the talented but static Currie was replaced by Teixeira who, bizarrely, took up a left sided role instead of going up front to get on the end of the lofted passes that seem to be the norm under LR. Work that one out.
Full time and the "Rico Out" chants echoed around Saltergate.
So, admission time: i got it wrong. Even given Richardson's failings i thought we'd pull it off today, but it would appear that the platitudes of the week were so much hot air, the indignation of certain commentators was misplaced, and those that've allied themselves to the Hubbard/Richardson cause have backed the wrong horse. Again.
The question now isn't if the manager goes, it's when the manager goes. And with each passing day that the decision is delayed, those running the Club lose credibility, support, and, most importantly of all, money.
PS: Jamie Ward won the MOTM, but another excellent showing from Aaron Downes pushed him very, very close.
This post has been edited by MDCCCLXVI: 11 October 2008 - 08:30 PM