(sorry for the late posting: the Blogger service that I rely on has been down most of the day - this rant was penned this morning...)
Following last night’s debacle, three questions spring to mind. First: how on earth was this Cheltenham side at the bottom of the table at kick off? Second: how was this Swindon team 11th (now 12th)? Third: why didn’t I stay at home at watch Corrie?
Yes, this was that bad. Swindon turned in a half-hearted, inept first half performance that left them with a mountain to climb in the second 45 minutes. Against a Cheltenham side that showed all the hard work and dedication the hosts lacked, we were never going to get close. For the second time this season, Town ended a game against Cheltenham down to ten men, and thoroughly beaten.
The first half was painful to watch. From kick-off, it was clear that Cheltenham were up for this. They were tight on our players to break down passing moves, and swiftly on to second and third balls if they didn’t win it first time around. Hewlett and Robinson were being completely out manoveoured and out-fought, with only Miglioranzi and Reeves looking remotely up for the fight.
Our visitors got a few early snatched efforts and a couple of corners, without capitalising, but it was enough to rouse a surprisingly subdued County Ground crowd of around 5,500 (although it looked like more) to urge their team to wake up.
They never did. Cheltenham’s first goal came on the half hour mark, when Heywood - who had a stinker - missed a long ball and failed to recover. Martin Devaney raced through, easily outpacing our lumbering defenders, to calmly slot the ball past Gremink. The worry for Town fans was that, at this point, it was the very least the relegation favourites deserved.
Worse was yet to come only eight minutes later. Cheltenham won a free kick on their left wing, which Grant McCann floated in to a crowded box. Nobody applied their foot or head to the ball, and it looked like John Brough got his studs, or a shin, to the ball to smack it in, possibly off someone else. Cue delirious celebrations for Cheltenham, and much finger-pointing and long looks from Town. It made for a pathetic sight.
Things could only get better in the second half, and for once King realised that change was needed early on. The hapless Hewlett was removed from midfield and Eric Sabin stuck up front. The change had some effect too: when Sabin’s playing at least the side looks to play low balls to get the Frenchman in behind defenders, rather than rely on hoofing long balls up from the back.
But Town’s appalling delivery - Duke chickening out of getting crosses in from the right, Beswetherick producing some of the worst corners I’ve ever seen on a professional football field - wrecked too many moves.
When we did enjoy some decent pressure, nobody could convert. Parkin showed some neat touches, as ever, but was otherwise quiet. Sabin and - in particular - Reeves had good chances to cut the deficit, only to blaze over the bar. In the defender’s case, he managed to clear the Town End roof from only a few yards out.
We never looked likely to make up the deficit, and that was confirmed when the Beswetherick got his marching orders. Martin Devaney got the ball just inside the Town half and raced clear of our central defence (sound familiar?). Beswetherick gave chase and performed what looked a very good sliding challenge, which clearly won the ball. It was probably his best contribution of the night, and the ref appeared ready to allow play to carry on.
But the linesman on the Nationwide side flagged for a foul just outside the area, and Beswetherick was sent off for a professional foul. It capped a night where he’d done little right and, like so many of his team-mates, shown precious little committement to the cause. He’ll now likely miss the next three games, which on last night’s showing would be no bad thing.
The final humiliation came when Damian Spencer, who had come on as a substitute, was given acres of space and as much time as he wanted by Heywood. The lad took full advantage, curling a lovely 25-yarder past Bart to seal the points.
So we know Beswetherick will be out for Saturday. The rest of his colleagues have, alas, to show up on Saturday because there are precious few alternatives for Andy King.
It’s a terrible shame: there were plenty of players for whom a run in the reserves might serve as a useful reminder that – rather than looking for moves to bigger clubs – they should regard themselves as fortunate to have a league club at all. Instead, they will have to prove they give a toss about the shirts on their back - and having seen this performance, none of us should hold our breath.