By far my favourite moment from Saturdays game was when young Aaron Sasu smashed a shot way over the bar in the dying moments. I shouldn't think Chris in the MyPie van was overly enamoured with it landing on a tray of his meat pies, but I loved it. I loved it because I love the player and it showed that he had learned from his hesitancy the previous week. I know exactly what I'd want him to do if I was a gnarly defender playing against him. The previous week he did ALL of those things and more. I'd have had the cigars out, just like Gillingham. When he does THIS sort of stuff though, instinctive dribbles, snapshots, just let's it all flow, I'd be putting the cigar down sharpish & calling for the magic sponge for a mystery injury. Keep doing it son, keep taking people on, keep taking shots, keep making defenders defend.
In many ways the Sasu conundrum mirrors our own trials and tribulations. We are playing the whole game EXACTLY how I'd be preparing all week if I was setting up against us. We continually do precisely what I'd want the opposition to do. Every single corner in-swinging? Check. Every time we get a throw-in Riley Harbottle hurls it in? Check. Never leave someone with pace up top for the counter when we're defending a corner? Check. Never shoot from distance nor play through the thirds? Check. In fairness we at least had a go at the thirds thing at times against Port Vale. It was good to see but we must do it more.
So like Aaron Sasu, it's time for us to start considering what the opposition would LEAST like us to do, and do more of whatever it is. I'm bound to say that one of the hardest things to plan against, to play against is variety. How about a surprise corner to the edge of the box for Tilley to hit it? A fake long throw where Riley shapes to launch it but flips it back for someone to cross? How about our wide players cutting inside and hitting it, more rotation amongst the strikers to open up pass lanes? How about more of Joe Lewis's Captain Caveman one man charge against Donny?
Because so regimented is our play, so predictable is it in it's execution, we've sucked the life out of our football. We've become a football by numbers team, and when you do that you oughtn't to be too surprised that opposition managers work out how to nullify it, that's unfortunately where we are.
The good news is that the difference between a team that is flowing and one that is stuttering is only a percentage point or two. The flowers play first time passes, ghost into space knowing the ball will find them. For the stutterers it's one touch too many, static and predictable movement, obsession with shape. Football by fear gets what it deserves, but losing the fear isn't easy.
That fear though WILL go, it always does. We need it ideally to be this weekend. Obviously the hope is that a striker gets one in "off someone's arse" or that a midfielder just gambles on getting on the end of something and it works out, we need a spark from somewhere.
When we get it (the spark) watch the belief and confidence surge through the team. That's why I loved Sasu's shot, it had an element of "Fuck it, I'll just have a go" about it, we desperately need more of that. And when people DO have a go, even if it doesn't work, the teammates, fans & management team need to immediately pat them on the back for trying.
Because now is the time for brave souls, it's the time for a hero. Somebody, somewhere is going to get the chance to write their name into club folklore Ronan Curtis style. The time for wondering is over, it's doing time now. Let's go to Grimsby and get the job done. COYD