I'm sure that I saw some rather large birds sitting in the trees that overlook Aggborough today. You know the ones: big black with grey necks and shaved heads. They like picking over dead meat.
Yes, I think the vultures have come home to roost.
They had to wait a full ninety four minutes before getting the nod to come and feast though because that's when Gateshead went and scored and we knew, just knew, that we are down.
Todays game was the one that we had to win because until mid January it looks very unlikely that we'll pick up anymore points with two games against Eastleigh and then two against Cheltenham with Forest Green sandwiched somewhere in between. In our two previous home games we have managed to win both of them and with us supposedly playing a 'weaker' team than those above then it was all the more surprising that Dave Hockaday started the game with a lone striker up front and playing into the wind to boot.
We were supposed to be the home team for goodness sake and to submit Gurjit Singh to that was ludicrous beyond belief. On the bench was the obvious strike partner in Matt Barnes-Homer and he must have been wondering about the logic of it all too. Also on the bench was a player so secret that it was deemed un-necessary to tell anyone beforehand and it just about sums up this club now. Question: Where is George Obosu?
So with our future to play for we ended up kicking off in the wrong direction into the wind and we failed to take advantage of it by hoofing the ball over the top as much as possible while Gateshead hoofed it back the other way. Eventually something clicked in someone's head and we began to play it on the deck but not convincingly with the Heed looking sharp all over the pitch and nicking the ball back off us before we had a chance to move it forward.
The visitors were the first to make an impression on the game with two chances to score in the opening two minutes. Gus Mafuta fired in from outside the area and then Patrick McLaughlin tried to squeeze one in from close range but the Harriers keeper, Dean Snedker, was equal to both and he was equal for the remainder of the game too. We had a better chance to open the scoring soon after when Jordan Jones fired his shot goalwards and the Heed keeper, Sam Russell, tipped it around the upright.
Eventually the game settled down into a routine with the midfield turning into a battleground of going nowhere. Things did pick up as half time approached and Singh managed to get a strike in that forcede Russell into a good save and then Ben Whitfield tried from the same distance but was less trouble to the keeper.