First sighting of the team this season and the first word that sprung to mind was abject.
As bad a game as you could wish to see at any level. Like watching a gay version of Wimbledon v Watford circa 1986. All the hoof you could wish for (if anyone still wishes for it), but by players too nice and dainty to do it properly or effectively. Blackwell would have spunked his pants after half an hour of that tedium.
To be fair, my mates lad was telling us in the pub prior to the game that he thought, after Bolton and Crewe, that there were signs of it coming together. Well I hope Saturday was an aberration because there were no signs of anything good at all on show.
Just as a matter of interest, how many "launch, flick on, score" goals has anyone seen this century? Not enough to get us promoted which is a shame because, along with set pieces, it seemed to be the focus of so much of our effort. Luckily, for the sake of us not getting beaten (not for the spectacle), Rochdale seemed to want to try the same as well.
Surely we've seen the worst performance of the season and everything from here won't be as bad . . . . .