Saturday 18th March – Bristol City 6-0 Gills
Oh happy days. My fifth visit to Ashton Gate and I’ve yet to see so much as a crumb of comfort. I’ve missed the previous three successful outings and prior to this sorry afternoon I’d witnessed three defeats, three Gills players dismissed and three dodgy penalties (some of them lovingly recalled in the match programme). Now it’s four on all counts, but this shoddy display owed nothing to the referee. We were long shell-shocked by the time Leon Johnson was red-carded in conceding a first half penalty, and quite frankly his absence didn’t exactly undermine our rearguard.
I don’t know where to start and I can’t be bothered to dissect another pathetic display from our pathetic side. We never had the ball, nor any desire to get or keep it. So a blank day up front was inevitable. And given that they had the ball the whole game, a defeat was equally inevitable. The absolutely abominable, unspeakable defending turned a standard shite afternoon (like at Doncaster and way too many others this season) into this ghastly mess. Bristol City didn’t even overwhelm us – this wasn’t a rollocking like the one suffered at Layer Road. This was a stroll in the sunshine for the home side and an abject surrender by the Gills. A year ago we were fighting for our lives under Ternent, everyone energised by self-belief in the battle against the drop. And this season….hurling ourselves off the Clifton Suspension Bridge would improve our chances of staying up if there are to be any more performances approaching the gutless incompetence of this one.
Champagne Moment: Bit difficult to choose just the one.