Wed Nov 14, 2012 8:11 pm
Calm enough to post now... I barely slept last night in anger, equal parts team performance, and the fact that I rearranged certain real-life aspects of the week to be there, and made the journey- sans-dinner- immediately after a long, difficult day at work; a commitment greeted by at least half the players in red strutting around turf for 2 hours displaying not a jot of passion or fight. That is what truly hurts.
On the subject of Williams, his 50 minute turn highlighted perfectly two things that should have been plainly obvious to Smith many weeks ago. I thought he put himself about well, won flick ons, held the ball up better than anyone else ever looked like doing, and despite not looking like scoring, caused Lincoln a few problems. Surely his appearance finally rammed it home to our management that 1) That is the kind of forward we're desperately screaming out for, and 2) the fact that his best turn to date has come against a Conference club proves that he needs to be on a long term loan at that level (Kiddy, Tamworth, wherever), gaining competitive experience, so he can be that man for us 18 months down the line, as he's far too raw for third tier football at present.
I don't think any blame for the fiasco can be laid at Benning's door, and I'd say that for his performance even if he were a seasoned professional. He did the simple things well, supported our rare attacks effectively, and generally looked a good prospect. The rest of them (bar maybe Brandy- travesty to take him off, and if he hadn't tried so hard to stay on his feet in the box at the start of the 2nd half....) were varying levels of absolute shambles.
I suppose it's harsh to blame Taundry too much, because by now we all know what we're getting with him: plenty huff & puff, very little quality and no football brain. It took Lincoln all of ten minutes to suss his oh-too-predictable movement of hug the touchline and drop short.
I was particularly disappointed by the Chambers brothers. With their wealth of league experience, they're the kind of players you'd expect to take a game by the scruff of the neck in such circumstances, and show the younger players the way. But no..... passengers, the pair of them.