Bolton Wanderers: It's Just A Delusion
Afternoon all. A quick one today as I wait for Mrs X Snr to get back from the shops with that new set of Christmas Tree lights that she has to buy and then off with Mrs X to the Christmas market. It's all too bloody Christmasy.
Anyway, we won on Saturday. And what did I learn from it?
Clean sheets good. I like clean sheets. It makes the goals against column look better. It makes the defence look better. These things may be unrelated.
Until David N'Gog came on the game appeared to be heading towards the most boring of 0-0 draws. Narcolepsy appeared to be the order of the day on Twitter and on radio. As Al said here in his match preview, he's the future of this club. Just like Al is the future of this site. I'm dead excited. No, I am dead excited, that wasn't sarcasm. No, it wasn't. Oh come on. Sometimes I do mean things. No, I do.
15,991. By my reckoning, that's the lowest league attendance at T'Reebok since the last league game of 2000-01. Christmas is coming and all that, but I would be looking seriously at my pricing structure, if I was the Bolton Wanderers pricing structure guy. Granted, the attendance on Saturday was still more than most home games when we were last in the second tier. But, if you want to compete against Christmas shopping, I feel that they should have lowered the prices to get in. There's a cold win blows through the ground when there's a crowd that small. Ask Wigan fans.
We won without Mark Davies. Discuss.
It looks like it will take an outbreak of botulism to get Marvin Sordell a place on the bench. At this rate, I have more chance of playing than he has. And I'm crocked.
Elsewhere, SKD didn't get invited to his wedding, but he does get invited to stand on stage as Fabrice Muamba is applauded onto it at last night's Sports Personality of the Year (I voted for the, apparently, humourless Andy Murray....you know, the one who took the Michael out of himself in that Outnumbered episode). You can only make assumptions as to which member of the Davies household he doesn't get along with. My money's on one of the donkeys. Apparently, every single person on the stage helped save his life. I bet SKD pumped hard on the medallion to the sound of Staying Alive then.
And anyone who saw Owen Coyle on Goals on Sunday will have noticed just the tiny bit of delusional arrogance at the end. Any team, apparently, will be lucky to have him. Not to have a go at a thoroughly decent man, but there was a reason you were fired, Owen. Maybe, just maybe, a bit of humble pie?
A win is a win is a win and thirteenth place feels like a nosebleed is coming on. False dawn? We've had plenty of those before, but as some have said in the stats comments, we looked like we knew how to close out a game, something that has been lacking since before Big Sam came. N'Gog's introduction changed the game, but he can't be just a super sub. We tried that with Klasnic last year and it hardly worked. There has to be more to his game than just a thirty minute wonder.
The next three games are eminently winnable. Peterborough may have shocked Cardiff at the weekend, but have won more away from home than at London Road. This would give us the springboard to get into the top half and then take care of Wednesday on Boxing Day. Six points, easy. Or not. Not with this club. As has been proven this season, there are absolutely not guarantees in this league. But, if you were looking for a couple of bankers, these fixtures would be it. This then gives the team confidence when going into the Birmingham game. Call me as delusional as OC, but there may be a tiny bit of light at the end of that tunnel. If only we can get rid of the dirge that the opening hour on Saturday was. And not lose any goals in the process.
Right, the Glühwein is calling and it's not getting any hotter. Al will be here tomorrow and I'll be back Wednesday. With a red nose, probably.