This was no El Classico And now for the tricky bit - trying to give some thoughts without swearing. To say I was incandescent with rage at the first half rubbish played by the Gills, would be to understate my emotions - but - I will try to put things into perspective - in a week when man had demonstrated his hatred for his fellow human with the appalling massacres around the world ( not just Paris - read about Nigeria - where things are much worse ! ), the loss of a 'mere' football match pales into insignificance. However, the pain, albeit different, is very real. And, in that first half it felt like I was involved in some sort of metaphorical bloodbath. Take nothing away from Coventry - they were good - very good - better than Walsall - BUT -the Gills were about as opposite as you could possibly achieve. It didn't help that my sons both reminded me that I was missing a match involving two minor Spanish teams - but I 'am Gills', and the choice to travel to Coventry was a natural one - but it might not be one that will be made in a hurry by one dad with his two young sons - going to their first [last] away game. What an impression with which they have been left - scarred for life ! For those [many] that were at the game, I am sure you couldn't believe that a team could defend so badly. All the goals will look good - partly because they were good - but - mainly because of the dreadful defending. The game finished 5 hours ago, but I am a long way from calming down - I am still fuming - I doubt I'll sleep tonight - as I relive the waking nightmare. I want to say a lot more - but I don't know how without using very bad language. Don't be too fooled by the second half. In truth, Coventry took pity on us - but still looked very threatening when they went forward. Their keeper must have been gutted at not having a clean sheet - the only time their defence were a little slow to react. And talk about being slow to react - I reckon we'd have been better off with statues ( that's being s little unkind to Egan - without whom we would have been looking at double figures ). The only others who 'tried' were Wright and Dack ( please go Dack - you don't deserve to be in such poor company ). We were just so incredibly slow to react. I might say 'Je suis Gills', but that sentiment wears thin when 'my team' doesn't try. I was disgusted. I do support 'my team', but I cannot excuse such an inept attempt to play football. It makes me question why I am going to Shrewsbury next week - the scene of another 'massacre' for Gills in recent times ( I was there for that rubbish as well ). I have always said that I can accept the fact that Gills have their limitations. I do not mind when we lose IF, IF, IF AND ONLY IF, we have tried. The only thing that was trying today was my patience. And, of course, on the way home I received calls from my sons to extract more urine out of me as they sat in the warm watching 'proper' football. And talking about things lavatorial, to cap it off, the toilet on the coach, on the return journey, emitted a high pitched bleep - to signify that it had reached its' capacity - a bit ironic really - because, although I accept that I can be anally retentive, ( but not so much that I won't not criticise my team when necessary), I would have thought that it wasn't so much the fans - but the team who were full of ****.............. there you go - I just couldn't manage not to swear ( and I am not even sorry ). edit - for those with a stronger stomach - please go to post No.37 in the 'Congratulations to us' thread in General Chat.
