Andy Munro had a Bank Holiday washout with Blues.
Somehow, the song I Do Like to be Beside the Seaside’ doesn’t hold good with us. Blackpool, Brighton and now…Bournemouth.
In fairness, nobody fancied us to win against the Cherries and, of course, the soothsayers were proved right as we slid to a 4-2 defeat. I suppose the result wasn’t too bad in a nil-eight context but with Bournemouth becoming the Championship West Ham in media love-in terms, the pundits had a field day lauding their supremacy.
In reality, we had a right good go, albeit in the first period and, if Clayton Donaldson had taken his opportunity to put away the third, who knows what might have happened? However, it wasn’t to be and, again, questions must be asked even of the current managerial demi-god that is Gary Rowett.
For example, why play Robbo, not the quickest kid on the block, against the division’s most potent attack? Incidentally his sending off for an ‘I got there as quick as I could’ tackle was cringingly predictable. Why drop an admittedly inconsistent but hugely talented Gray for the mediocrity of Dyer? Why wasn’t the Italian loanee even on the bench? These are valid questions when we are all but safe needing just one win from five games just in case Millwall turn into Barcelona.
Players are out of contract at the end of the season and surely it’s worth a final fling of risking Koby Arthur (who I still think can cut the Championship mustard), Matt Green and Ziggy (who probably can’t any more) plus naming the talented Reece Brown to actually start.
Surely, we’re not that bad that all we can think of is damage limitation against the top six? We’ve now got two potentially very difficult games against Wolves and Blackburn and our current playing policy could spell both an uninspiring and disappointing end to the season. Not a good omen in terms of season ticket sales.
