Sam Druiff – @samdruiff
‘Made a note in my diary on the way here, simply says… bugger.’ Well, for me, that’s that. There is no way back now. I’d resigned hope a while ago but each win brought a glimmer of hope, unfortunately that hope has been completely destroyed. Torquay went into the game with Fylde on the back of a very disappointing trip to Dover. A bright start after Jamie Reid was pulled down and Brett Williams put away the resulting penalty, coolly converting into the bottom right. Unfortunately that’s where the positives ended really. Fylde found themselves back in the game through a fairly dubious goal, it looked offside to me but alas it stood. Not long after that a corner came in and the unmarked Fylde man headed home.
The second half was another very poor half of football, neither team played well but despite pushing a bit, Torquay couldn’t find a way through. In the last fifteen minutes, another free header from a cross saw Fylde lead 3-1 and see the game off. The weather didn’t help an absolutely drenched Plainmoor, but massive credit to Chris Ralph and co for getting it on. A credit to our club.
Clarke – 4
Barnes – 3 Efete – 3.5 Gowling – 4.5 McGinty – 3.5 Davis – 5
Young – 7 Evans – 5
O’Sullivan – 1.5
Williams – 4.5 Reid – 4.5
Subs: Keating – 6 Dowling – 5
Man of The Match:
Once again I turn to midfielder Luke Young, for me, the only player with some credibility this evening. Never say die attitude showed through again and he always tried to make something happen. That said, his corners have been awful this season! But Luke had a few moments today where he was the best footballer on the field. No one else had a look in for me.
Ruairi Keating put a shift in when he came on. How this lad never gets a look in is just beyond me. He didn’t really do anything wrong and came close to setting up Williams. For me, he should have started.
All joking aside, what were the tactics tonight? The team lacked the work of Romain, and the midfield was pretty non-existent. I really don’t like the 5-3-2, it leaves a lack of width and an anonymous midfield.
Fylde are a classic team who are pushing for National League promotion. Not a flash team, not fancy, just get it done. They have two wide men who get the ball in to the big man up top, albeit we kept Mr Rowe quiet this evening!
I feel they need to get promoted this year, they could find it tough to keep hold of a lot of players if they remain in the National League. However, they were more than beatable – the same as the vast majority of teams played this season.
I think the ref did well to keep the game on, and manage it fairly well. I always fear for a few ‘hospital tackles’ in those conditions, thankfully nothing severe this evening! The ref did get it wrong with Fylde’s first, it was offside. He doesn’t give it, and United heads drop.
At 1-2, Brett Williams finds himself on his own with the keeper to beat and completely squanders his chance, if it goes in, United have every chance of a second half winner. But the keeper saved it and the first half finished 1-2. That’s where the game was lost.
Player Spotlight: Brett Williams
I cannot defend this man. Every game he goes missing and gives the most half-arsed performance. Now I know the Brett Williams fan club will remind me he’s scored a few recently, but a penalty doesn’t count for me. He hasn’t won them and your ‘star striker’ has to score a penalty. This time last season, Brett was playing out of his skin and almost single handily pulled us out of the bottom four. Where has that Brett gone? One goal from open play since his return just isn’t good enough. Wake up people, he is poor.
We now all have to come to terms with the fact that in the long history of Torquay United, this is the lowest of the low. National League South football awaits us, the fat lady is clearing her throat and is ready to sing our farewell song. Gary Owers has had more than enough chances, every time the team gets a couple of results, it all goes wrong again. Those players are not playing for the manager, that is very evident. Here we are, 4 games to go, eight points from safety, minus 28 goal difference, and a manager who is inept… f*cked.