We had a bit of a journey ahead of us down to the South Coast again to visit Romsey, a team languishing at the bottom of the league with 1 win. Always tough when you have a long journey and might expect to win…dangerous thinking.
We arrived at various times at some posh school in the middle of nowhere on a cold windy day and trekked our way down to the pitch. It was an ok warm up and there was an air of confidence, however that quickly dissipated as the game went on.
I can’t remember the last time I played so badly. I could not trap a thing. Even though I scored the first goal a few minutes in with a cheeky deflection, it was about all I could do all game, just deflect the ball.
Romsey were fighting to stay alive and get out of the relegation zone, whilst we were fighting for promotion. Seemed like they were more up for it than we were however and although we went 2-0 up we started to let them back in the game by not putting our chances away.
We had 15 short corners by the end of the game, not scoring a single one.
We also had a penalty stroke and that too was missed.
We lost the game 3-2.
I was livid.
I couldn’t even look at half the team, let alone talk to them, mainly because I was upset at how I had played and also because of the result. We need to win every game if we want to stand a chance of getting promoted. Now we are at the mercy of the other results in the league, hoping for miracles.
We slipped down to 6th place, 7 points off the top, with next week’s match against 1st place London Edwardians. Must win!