Nottingham
Forest
 

11th
March
2000
Score
1-2
Venue:
Fratton Park

Attendance:
14,336

Referee:
Mr Keith Hill

Goal 1
Johnson 80 min
Goal 2
Thogerson 84 min
Goal 3
Claridge 89 min














 
Portsmouth
   
Beasant     Hoult
Louis-Jean
  Crowe
Scimeca   Harper
Vaughan   Whitbread
Brennan  
Igoe
Quashie   Claridge
Rogers     Edinburgh
Bart-Williams   Bradbury
Johnson
Thogerson
Gray   Waterman
Lester     Moore
Substitutes     Substitutes
Crossley     Flahavan
Harewood
Hiley
Woan
Allen
Merino
Panopoulos
Dawson
  Birmingham

© Nottingham Forest 2000



There is an expression in the Royal Navy which I was hoping I wouldn't be able to use today. Because Fratton is the last station on the line before you arrive in Portsmouth, "Getting off at Fratton" is sailor slang for... how shall I put this....?..... coitus interruptus. Not going the whole way, in other words. Sorry, but Forest got off at Fratton.

The first 75 minutes of this game were, to be brutally frank, abject - the worst game of football I have seen this season. Both sides were playing the ball far too much in the air, where Riccy and TV for us and Moore and Whitbread for them were dealing with everything comfortably. Pompey were poor, we were every bit as bad, and a 0-0 draw (frankly the only conceivableresult at that stage because no-one looked to have the wit to score a goal) would have been a fair reflection of the quality of the match. They had more of the ball, but neither side seemed to have much idea what to do with it. Both defences looked sound, but Jack is not the sort of player to get much change out of anyone on his own up front particularly when we would insist on hoofing it to the poor guy in the air - and in midfield Tank, Quashie, Johnno and Gray were all to various degrees anonymous, leaving Bart playing them on his own. Incidents of note in the first 75 mins? A Quashie 30-yard chip which landed on the roof of the unguarded net. A couple of decent saves from Lurch in the first half, and one brilliant one from Claridge early in the second which had even the forward himself applauding. And a foul on Tony Vaughan by (?) Allen - the ball right by the corner flag, being shepherded out by TV, Allen clattered through him and was justifiably booked. Bad tackle, but hardly heinous, so why do I mention it? Read on - it was very important in the end. Then on 78 minutes TV cleared the ball to Marlon in the centre circle. Marlon spun his defender and set off on a brilliant mazy run down the right, cut inside the box, skinned the left back, feinted to shoot and squared it to the onrushing Johnno. The first shot was blocked, but the second flew into the roof of the net and we were 1-0 up. By this stage we already had Dawson on, replacing Riccy Scimeca who'd been carried off mid way through the second half. He wasn't fouled, and I didn't see him go down - but he seemed to be clutching the back of his leg, so ???hamstring. Vaughan had been hobbling badly ever since the Allen foul, and the moment we went ahead Platty took him off, replaced him with Woan and moved Bart back into defence. (Mind you, Woany seems to have been at the pie shop since I last saw him play, so at first glance TV might still have been there).

It didn't take Pompey long to realise that a pairing of Bart and Dawson constitutes a pretty makeshift defence, and one far less likely to win balls in the air than Riccy and TV, so few of us were surprised when Thogerson equalised with a free header with 3 minutes to go. Disappointed, yes, but it had been on the cards ever since TV went off. When, 2 minutes into injury time, Moore headed a corner against the post and a Pompey player who will wish to remain anonymous smashed the ball over the bar from 6 yards - a truly classic miss, this - I thought we had held out for a reasonable and not undeserved point. (Not undeserved, I hasten to add, because Pompey were as rubbish as us today, not because we could by any stretch of the imagination claim to have played well!) But no. In the fifth and final minute of injury time (there was so much because of the injuries to Riccy and TV) yet another high ball was pinged into the box, Darren Moore won it and flicked it on to Claridge at the far post, and he gave Lurch no chance with a neat finish.

"Oh dear", I shouted. Or words to that effect. To be honest, I doubt we would have conceded those two goals with the central defensive pairing we had started with. And to be honest I am beginning to wonder when we are going to finish a game with the defence we started out with - they seem either to be sent or carried off at the moment, and it ain't doing us any good. So, for my return to the fold after a three week gap and the onset of withdrawal symptoms, a wretched game of football, a bad result and the winning goal scored in the 95th minute. Disappointing, to say the least. In fact we got off at Fratton.

 

 

 


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