Sunday, 6 December 2009
If there is a God, perhaps he's a Carlisle United supporter. A Carlisle supporter with a mean sense of humour. How else can it be that Exeter CIty have, in the words of Paul Tisdale, three good performances, and nothing to show for it. It must be Karma for our smash-and-grab win in Cumbria in August.
If Exeter were second best that day, and emerged with victory, then we've definitely been the better side over two of the last three games, and worth a draw at least in another. Yet a five game unbeaten streak, and dreams from the more optimistic supporters of a playoff place, have swiftly turned to three losses on the spin and talk of a mini-crisis and all you'd expect from your modern day supporter.
At least nobody's called for Tisdale's head yet. Somebody will do at some point though, predictably. And the rest of us will sigh.
Milton Keynes was the start of it. Perhaps the players had their soul sucked out of them by the sheer depressing nature of the place. HaL has been to many shit holes watching Exeter play. At least they had character. Milton Keynes has nothing. Even the fans are neither nasty nor nice. They just exist and occasionally make a squeeeeeeeeeeee noise when the ball gets into the penalty area.
That FA Cup tie should have been a game Exeter should have won. Barry Corr had one of his best games and was a real handful. Stanno scored another cool finish. And then we sat back, job done. And that was fatal.
Our defence switched off, Marriott had a few dodgy positional moments and before we knew it, MK had pulled it back to 3-3. We'd have taken a draw at that stage, but from then on there was only one winner, and former A**** player Jermaine Easter netted to send us back on one of the most depressing journeys home HaL has ever experienced.
And then there was Bristol Rovers. Post-match Facebook statuses read much along the lines of "How did we not win that. FFS."
FFS indeed. From a game we dominated, one spilled shot and that was is. And then Brighton, where we were all over them yet missed a penalty and they netted an injury time winner. It's the old cliche of not taking your chances.
And so we head to Oldham on Saturday, who are winless in six and rather goal-shy themselves. This could either be a goal-fest or a nil nil draw. Given the form of our strikers, I'm guessing the latter.