At Yeading on Saturday we lost a game that we had dominated, to a 94th minute goal, and I’m absolutely gutted about it. I must be difficult to be around at the moment because we’re in a blip, we can’t score goals, and nobody feels it more than I do.

I’ve signed Craig O’Connor from Cambridge to try to inject some fresh blood up front. He’s a nippy little striker who always seems to score against us, the sort of player who’ll work his nuts off for the team, and has a proven goal-scoring record. He might have scored early in the game, but he just couldn’t get to a cross by Boothy. That was the story of the game for us, and it’s the story of this part of the season. We’re creating chances, but we just can’t score them.

In the first half Holloway hit a shot which was destined for the top corner, but it hit one of their defenders - who didn’t know anything about it - on the head. Practically knocked the guy out, but he did his job. That set the pattern for the match: Boothy had a shot saved off the line, Holloway missed a header, their keeper made a blinding save from O’Connor, and smothered a dangerous cross from Drury from the right. The ball just wouldn’t go in, and at the other end our keeper didn’t have a save to make.

We were pushing for a win right to the end. Then, with the clock running down, we lost possession on the edge of their box. The defender cleared it, the ball went over Robbo’s head, and it was a race between him and the striker. Their guy got there first, and slotted the ball home. It was a good goal, but totally against the run of play. As I said before I was absolutely gutted: we all were.

   


Lewes’ strikers have been disacquainted with the fruit of their
profession: sticking the ball in the onion bag