Thought I’d slip this
one in before the avalanche of stuff in response to Richard Murray’s promised
takeover update - which hopefully will at least confirm whether or not the
consortium involving Alex McLeish was one of the two bidders he spoke of when
he met the Trust, whether that consortium (now gone) was the bidder furthest
advanced at the time, and if so whether the other bidder is still in the frame,
whether they and Roland are closer together now than they were then, and
perhaps whether the shortest route to the offices of the bidder would involve
digging a hole through the centre of the world.
Whatever the outcome,
there’s no question that the success/failure swingometer – the former being new
owners and promotion, the latter the reverse – has moved in a negative
direction of late. February saw no new owner and we’ve just been turned over
rather badly by a side which will almost certainly either get automatic
promotion or one of the play-off places. Add to that, injuries to Kashi and
Dasilva, ones which will apparently involve them missing at least the crucial
games in March. The positive scenario for us on the pitch involved the return from
injury of Pearce and Bauer, plus Fosu-Henry and before too long Mavididi, and an
increasingly important contribution from the new boys Kaikai and Zyro, plus the
returning Ajose, all outweighing the loss of Holmes (and Ahearne-Grant).
That combination would
in turn see the team go from strength to strength and into the play-offs with
confidence high and the wind in our sails. Obviously doesn’t look or feel like
that right now; rather the points dropped late on in games recently have left
us in a struggle for the final play-off spot, with nothing seeming to gel as
yet (put simply the loss of Holmes, Ahearne-Grant, Fosu-Henry and Mavididi has
hardly been balanced by the contribution of Kaikai, Zyro and Ajose, with the
scales now tipped more clearly against us without Kashi and Dasilva).
Duchatelet may not have a firm deadline for a sale, but obviously the time for
the team to deliver the sort of form which could still deliver success is
running out.
But that’s not what I
was going to write about. Instead I had an email this morning from a fellow
Addick asking me if I went to see the Lyon Duchere game on Friday evening. Now
like all stories you have to begin at the beginning.
Back in December 1957
my mother and father were discussing what to do on the last Saturday before
Christmas. Like now, the weather wasn’t great and my mother was doing her best
to persuade my father that time would be better spent spent shopping for gifts
than trudging to The Valley and back (of course there has to be a bit of poetic
licence, I hadn’t yet been born). She won him over – and we know what happened
next. As far as I know they just never talked about it again, I never heard it
suggested by my mother that shopping might once more take priority.
Fast forward to
Friday evening and there was a choice to be made. It was freezing cold outside
but we could walk the short distance and sit on a hard plastic seat to watch
Lyon Duchere v Entente SSG (I won’t repeat the background to the game, all in
the previous post for anyone interested). Or we could stay in, enjoy a good
bottle of red along with the second instalment of Suzanne’s coq au vin. It didn’t
take a genius to guess what my other half was thinking and, although she is
very good at not apportioning blame if something she has decided to go along
with goes pear-shaped, with a weekend of sport on the TV coming up I was persuaded
to give the match a miss.
We kept up to date
with the score and going into stoppage time Duchere were trailing 1-2. We were
consequently delighted when it flashed up 2-2 as the final score. Looked as
though we’d missed a decent game, but no matter there will be others, just what
my father thought.
The email was to
direct me to something in The Guardian. Something about ‘two goal of the season
contenders in the same French third division match’. Watch it (just for the
absolute belter that was Duchere’s last-gasp equaliser) and weep:
Class Jensen like finesse?
ReplyDeleteAh Steve, now that one was a true thing of beauty. But while Claus' was exquisite, especially with the keeper having to watch it go over his head and be able to do nothing, the Duchere volley from the corner was just explosive. He even had to reposition himself a little, I just don't think it's possible to hit a ball sweeter than that.
ReplyDeleteQuality story BA - saw those goals and did laugh. Nearly as much when I read Murray's statement! Interesting what you said at the start of your article - when we played Oxford i was so optimistic , yet I just knew it would all come tumbling down....
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Thanks PA. I haven't lost all optimism yet (perhaps because I'm not actually getting to see how we're performing on the pitch). Just that in an ideal world the January window is used for a little tweaking/fine tuning to add to what you have whereas we've had material changes (out and in) plus injuries. Have to hope all comes together in time!
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