Keogh winner papers over the cracks.

The glass half full or glass half empty analogy has tended to be overdone in recent years, but I make no apology for using it again here because, after yesterday’s 2-1 win over Millwall, I found myself torn between focussing on the positives or the negatives that it revealed.

After all, it’s often said that winning while playing poorly is a surefire sign of a team that will prove to be successful and City certainly did that yesterday. In saying that, it shouldn’t be ignored that the recalled Tom Heaton (was David Marshall being rested because of the elbow injury that has been bothering him this season or was he dropped – if it was the latter, then that seems to be a pretty harsh decision by Dave Jones to me because Marshall seemed to be blameless for the four goals conceded at Leicester and Ipswich) had very little to do besides pick the ball out of the net, so was our performance really as bad as some have made it out to be?

It’s also encouraging that we again managed to win a match with a late goal after conceding first. After the Leicester defeat I mentioned that one of the great constants of the Dave Jones era was being dismantled because we have started losing matches in which we score first, but it’s only fair to also record that we are becoming much better at turning around losing situations than we have been for the vast majority of Dave Jones’ time with us – also, in 2010 Leicester (in the FA Cup), Doncaster, Coventry, Swansea, QPR, Sheffield Wednesday and now Millwall have all been beaten by goals scored in the last ten minutes of games, so the one about us never scoring late winners can be put to bed as well.

It also needs to be said that wins such as yesterday’s help ensure that we will still be up there in a challenging position when all of our injured players return, but mention of those absentees help to explain whyI feel that, this time at least, I think my views edge more towards the glass half empty camp – after all, just because the club are saying that Bellamy, Olofinjana, Drinkwater etc. will be back after the international break, it doesn’t mean that this will definitely happen does it.

I’m sorry, but, although I try to be understanding about how so many of our most influential players are missing whenever we play and I fully accept that the injury picked up by Michael Chopra is just one of those things, I’m finding it ever harder to stay patient about all of these injuries. At least the Craig Bellamy situation has been cleared up to some extent during the past week, but I mentioned after the Ipswich match that City seemed unaware that Danny Drinkwater had suffered from a similar injury to the one he has now while out on loan to Huddersfield last season and, as for Seyi Olofinjana, does anyone know exactly what is wrong with him –  I seem to remember some vague stuff about him having got a kick during the Hull match, but there has been nothing since then.

A month ago we were being told that this was the strongest squad we have had in years because we now had the players who could step in and maintain standards when injuries and suspensions bite and in the past two or three weeks we have been told that we still have a good team for this league despite all the high profile absentees. However, I’m afraid that the last three matches have not shown this – performances and results have had a mid table, at best, look to them and wins over sides who have had to play with ten men for the majority of the game while being on the wrong end of all the major decisions (I’m not a Lee Mason fan, but, to be fair to him, I thought he got most of those major decisions right yesterday)  should not be allowed to disguise that.

Players such as Chris Burke and Steve McPhail have shown they can be good performers for us at this level, but,at a time when we really need them, they are playing poorly (I’m not convinced that McPhail is fully fit mind). Alongside them, Peter Whittingham is doing okay but no more than that. Although many have said that his prolific scoring last season was a one off and we shouldn’t expect anything like the same return from him this time around, Whittingham could  really do with a goal now – I’m not going to criticise him for his penalty because it fell into the category of being a superb save rather than a missed spot kick for me, but if Whitts was confident and scoring, I can’t help thinking that we would have gone in 2-1 up at half time and we might well have seen a different type of game after the interval.

Further forward, Andy Keogh has come in for criticism from supporters who expected more from him, but I think it’s fair to say that he has had very little decent service in his four starts from a spluttering midfield (sadly, Jason Koumas still seems some way off the standards he set for himself in 05/06). Hopefully Keogh’s goal will restore some of the confidence that is, understandably, eroded from any striker’s make up when he goes more than a year without scoring and, although he was no more than average overall yesterday, I thought there were promising signs in his link up play with Jay Bothroyd in the first half – good to see Bothroyd back to his old self in the opening half as well and, if he was a lot quieter after the break, at least he put in that very nice cross for the winning goal.

However, despite the lack of creativity and fluency in midfield and a real cutting edge for most of the second half against opponents who were never moved around in the way a team a man short should be, it was in defence, and in particular, the left side of our defence where we really struggled yesterday. After his public condemnation of Adam Matthews’ performance last week, Dave Jones was surprisingly forthright about the play of some  of his senior players this week – Lee Naylor was “awful” (we can only hope it was a one off) and he used the term “Gor Blimey” to describe Gabor Gyepes’ display! Alongside them Mark Hudson and Kevin McNaughton had a relatively comfortable afternoon of it on the other side of the pitch with the former just pipping Bothroyd as my choice for City man of the match.

However, with Gyepes looking vulnerable in the last two matches after a good start to his season, we look like we might have problems in the area where we have the fewest options. I suppose Darcy Blake is one, but, currently, it looks like he is needed more in midfield. There is Chris Riggott of course………. when he is ready – if there were an award for the Championship team with the best group of players who have vague injury niggles and general fitness issues, we’d walk (or hobble) it!

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Drowned rats and leaky radiators.

Television detective dramas often have suspects being asked the question “where were you on the night of…………” with the night in question usually being something like six months earlier. I often wonder to myself how anyone can possibly pinpoint what they were doing at a given time a couple of weeks ago let alone a few months previous, but, in the event of me ever being asked what I was doing at around 9.45 pm on Friday 24 September 1976, I will be able to give a full and concise account of my movements – you don’t forget nights like that in a hurry!

On this night thirty four years ago, I was on my way home from a game between City and Millwall, but, before going into the unique and almost surreal nature of that journey, I should just mention a bit about a game the vast majority of which I have long since forgotten about.

The 1976/77 season saw City back in the old Second Division after a one year sabbatical in the Football League’s third tier. The nature of our promotion in 1975/76 had led to hopes that we could move forward from those times in the early seventies when avoiding relegation was the limit of our ambitions, but a worryingly poor start to the new campaign had led to such optimism being reined in somewhat. Two wins in our first three matches was a good enough start, but three consecutive defeats in which nine goals had been conceded had supporters fearing the worst again.

Manager Jimmy Andrews knew he would have to do without his captain, the vastly experienced Mike England who had left the club under unfortunate circumstances in the summer – England had, apparently, signed for the club a year earlier on condition that he would eventually be given a coaching job, but left to play in America when this was not forthcoming. Phil Dwyer being absent through injury (the game with Millwall was his first appearance of the season) didn’t help either, but the problems were caused more by the fact that many of the stalwarts of the promotion team were finding it harder to cope with the step up in standards than had been anticipated.

The wish to follow England to America to play in the then booming North American Soccer League must have been a factor in Mr Andrews eventually deciding he could get rid of Adrian Alston, Willie Anderson and Clive Charles, but the truth is that none of them were playing to the standards they had previously and, with Doug Livermore’s form also suffering, the manager was faced with having to break up the promotion team a lot earlier than he must thought he would have to a few months earlier.

To replace these player Mr Andrews relied on a mixture of youth and new signings – Peter Sayer, David Giles and Brian Attley were all regulars in the team by the end of the season and Keith Pontin made his first few City starts that year as well, while the recruitment of the likes of Steve Grapes, Paul Went and Robin Friday were enough to ensure that City, just about, held on to their newly won second tier status that season.

These changes were still some way off yet though when City entertained a Millwall side who had been promoted alongside them in May. The visitors had finished below us in third place but had made a much better start to the season than us and were occupying sixth position, compared to our twentieth, going into the match. In the event, City were able to at least stop the rot of those three defeats on the trot and keep a clean sheet into the bargain, but, with the game finishing in an uninspiring 0-0 draw, that was about as far as the good news went.

Just about the only thing I can recall about the whole thing now was that what had been a balmy night mild enough for none of the group of four I went to the match with to bother with wearing a coat took a severe turn for the worse in the game’s closing stages as the heavens opened and the monsoon season started in Cardiff. The players squelched their way through the remaining minutes as the dismal stalemate continued, but we were perfectly happy watching the “entertainment” from under the Bob Bank roof because we figured that the longer it went on, the more chance there was of the deluge running it’s course. Sadly it didn’t work out that way though and, despite running virtually all of the way back to where my car was parked near Sevenoaks Park we were soaked through by the time we got there – still, at least we would be home in the warm and dry soon.

The trouble was though that, with me barely being out of my teens at the time, I was in no position to afford a car which could even remotely qualify as reliable. Being someone who sees cars purely as a means of getting from  point A to point B, I am no position to say which one out of the collection of about eight rust buckets and potential death traps that I owned in the first five or six years of my driving life it was, but they had all reached that stage which came to all cars of that vintage eventually where you get one thing fixed only for something else to go wrong in days (or weeks if you were lucky!). I can remember that I used to put a sum aside every pay day to deal with the car repairs I would need to get done that month and it was. nearly always. not enough – I suppose it was quite exciting not knowing if you would be able to complete your journey before something or another on the wreck you were paying a fortune in insurance for packed up, but it was an excitement I could have done without..

Anyway, this time around, the radiator had been leaking like a sieve. No problem though, because I always made a point of carrying a large bottle of water for use in the event of the radiator overheating and so when, about halfway through our journey,  I saw the familiar red light coming on to say that the water temperature had got dangerously high, I saw it as just an inconvenience. I apologised to my mates and said we will have to wait around for twenty minutes or so and then opened the boot only to find an empty bottle (turned out I had apparently said yes without realising it to my sister when she asked if she could use the water to feed her horse).

So it was that, with the rain bouncing up off the pavement and the roads looking more like the Ganges, I walked up the long drive way of a house by the Fairwater Conservative Club to ask the startled residents if they could fill up the bottle I was carrying with water. Thankfully, they looked at the pathetic, half drowned urchin in front of them with pity and gave me the water. With my water problem sorted, the humour of my situation had, by now, instilled an “oh bugger it” mentality in me and my mates were surprised to see me laughing by the time I got back to them –  even if my laugh was more of a manic cackle than a guffaw!

24 September 1976

Cardiff City 0 Millwall 0

City Irwin, Dwyer, Morgan (Pethard), Larmour, Charles; Sayer, Livermore, Buchanan; Alston, Evans, Showers

Millwall Goddard; Evans, Kitchener, Hazzell, Donaldson; Walker, Brisley,  Salvage; Seasman (Shanahan), Lee, Summerill

Att. 10,352

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