We lost yet another game today and to be honest we never look like winning one again if that was anything to go by.

It was embarrassing to watch and, apart from the first half hour, the Harriers fans just watched in stunned silence as we saw our traditional passing game being thrown on the scrapheap and the team playing yet another game in the new long ball style.

I said last season that we were slowly changing from the Graham Allner ideals to a team that Ian Atkins would be proud of and it's saddening to see Jan Molby thinking along the same lines.  It was somewhat ironic that all week Jan has been ridiculing Lincoln for bombardment tactics when we did just that, with little effect, in this game.

The one player, the only player, with the skill to take on a big defender is Simon Brown and quite frankly he couldn't give a damn.  On more than one occasion during the first half he failed to move on to collect a return pass or he just didn't want to take the opposition player on.  I'm beginning to think that he's not the great hope that he was last season.

The first half for us we managed to hold Lincoln back but without any sense of adventure from ourselves.  Apart from a speculative shot that went over the bar, from Richie Appleby, we didn't have a single shot on goal or get anywhere near to the enemy goal mouth.

They had an early goal dis-allowed for offside when Kevin Sandwith saw his strong shot palmed away by John Danby but when the ball fell for Fletcher Taylor, or whatever he calls himself these days, he shot home from an offside position and the goal was struck off.

This should have been a warning to us but it was one that we chose to ignore.  Two minutes from the end of the half Lincoln scored what was the decisive goal and one that could have seen Danby sent off.

Carruthers lobbed a through ball that went over the watching Harriers defence and, as Yeo ran onto it, Danby inexplicably came well out of his area to palm the ball away.  The referee, Joe Ross, let the blatant handball go and Yeo rounded the hapless Danby to stroke the ball into the net.

We then had a final fling to the half that summed us up perfectly.  Four corners in succession and not once did we get near to any of them.  All four were reached first by City defenders.

The second half was totally forgettable for us.  We showed absolutely zilch in our efforts to get some kind of result from this game.

Lincoln were passing the ball around with accuracy and we couldn't even pass the ball to each other.  It made a mockery of our claims to be a passing side.

Within minutes of the restart City had gone further ahead.  Taylor-Fletcher whipped in a cross and with our lot stood watching yet again a ruck of City players surged in with Sandwith the one to make contact and send the ball past a stranded Danby.

Only Hats and Jesper tried to inject something into the Harriers but Jesper is no winger and when he put the odd cross in for Langmead to latch onto he found out that Langmead is no centre forward.  If he was told to play upfront by himself where the hell was he?

By now the Harriers faithfull had got bored by it all and just sat in silence.  The drummer had thankfully put his drum away and we had a quick flick through the programme to see if there was anything interesting in there.

Jan Molby waved to the Lincoln fans but not to us and Lincoln scored a third goal when Taylor Gary-Letcher headed the ball into the corner of the net but we just looked up, mumbled something in-comprehensible, and started to leave.

The game ended and the rest of us got up and left.

Outside a Lincoln fan said to me that we were the best side they'd seen this season.  I told him he was a prat.