Perez pulls one back. Photo by Michael The Whovian |
It’s a restrained four changes
from Pellegrini, while Spurs field a number of reserves alongside the
quality of Son, Alli and Eriksen. Our party is split due to tardy ticket
booking, with Matt and Lisa several rows behind Fraser and myself and Michael
some rows further forward delivering Shakespearian insults to himself. The laying of a wreath for the Leicester helicopter crash victims by Tony Cottee, David Gold and Ledley King is accompanied by a minute's silence.
The Hammers start quite well
initially with Diangana causing problems on the right. His best moment sees
Grady cut inside and loft in a cross that Hernandez tries to volley across goal
to Antonio — perhaps he should have shot.
But it all goes wrong after
16 minutes. Ogbonna’s clearance goes to Llorente, and the centre back is then fooled by Alli’s clever flick as Son strikes confidently home. “Nice one Son!”
chant the gleeful 4,800 Spurs fans.
For the rest of the half the
Irons give it a go. Antonio, who is struggling for pace and touch but at least
trying, has an effort deflected wide. Then he is played through by Masuaku’s
fine through ball, but has his effort blocked by Gazzaniga. Diangana’s free
kick finds Hernandez, only for Chicharito’s touch to let him down as he prods a
tame effort at the keeper.
Snodgrass comes on for the
disappointing Anderson at the break and it makes a difference. Antonio confuses
the Spurs defence with a heavy touch, but still manages to force a save from
the keeper.
Nine minutes into the second
half the Hammers succumb to another defensive calamity as Arthur Masuaku misses
his clearance and simply strokes the ball to Son who rounds Adrian to score.
Pellegrini takes off Hernandez
and Obiang, which leaves us a little short in midfield, and throws on Perez and
Arnautovic. Arnie immediately fires in a fizzing cross that is deflected behind
for a corner.
FIGHT CLUB
Meanwhile the game is further
marred by a fight behind us. A lairy bloke, who has been tirading in
Tourette-ish fashion at Antonio and co for most of the game, appears to object
when someone suggests that he get behind his team. The Herbert is being held
back and is clearly out of control and full of aggression. A grey haired bloke
ends up with a cut on his face as the cowardly thug threatens blokes twice his
age. It takes an age for a single steward to arrive, who looks like a student. Eventually
a second steward arrives and finally a team leader, but the miscreant only
appears to be moved to a different seat rather than ejected.
There’s also a football match
breaking out. A pinball session started by Arnie sees a series of shots blacked
and saved. Suddenly the Hammers are back in it as Perez nods in Snoddy’s corner
at the back post. It’s a good poacher’s goal, heading the ball down in to the
ground and up over the keeper. “Come on you Irons!” echoes around the stadium
and suddenly there’s a cracking atmosphere.
But as in politics, the
idiots are taking over. A Herbert runs on to the pitch past non-existent
stewarding to chants of “Are you Mark Noble?” from the away fans. Having helped
deal with the pitch invader Ogbonna loses focus and allows Llorente to
outmuscle him at the corner and volley home.
Game over, though there’s
still time for Antonio to have a good case for a penalty after another
dangerous Diangana cross causes panic in the box. “West Ham United — it’s happened
again!” and “3-1 in your Cup Final!” chant the away fans. And another Herbert invades the pitch in added time.
So it’s off to the King Edward,
which seems to be full of blokes in flat caps and quilted jackets and odd things
going on in the gents. At least Michael, fresh from his Soft Cell venture can
regale us with accounts of Tainted teddy bears, though it’s been mainly our defence
that has been tainted tonight. I text Nigel to inform him that the Cup Final
Breakfast in Kew has been postponed until May.
Looking at the stats we
should have got something from this. Possession was 50-50 and WHU had 13 shots
to Spurs’ six and 11 corners to Spurs’ three. But if you don’t defend well you
don’t win matches.
It’s the return of Joe Hart
next in the six-pointer against Burnley. We retreat to the tube
predicting that Joe will surely have the game of his life on Saturday.
PLAYER RATINGS: Adrian 6; Fredericks 5, Diop 6,
Ogbonna 4, Masuaku 4; Rice 7, Obiang 5 (Perez 6), Anderson 5 (Snodgrass 7);
Diangana 6, Hernandez 5 (Arnautovic 6), Antonio 5.
3 comments:
Fair summing up, Antonio looked rusty and lacking self belief, it would appear Anderson is having a crisis of confidence as well! I hate hearing stories like that thug not being dealt with firmly. Burnley game is going to be hard work, fingers crossed for a good game and 3 points but those nerves are beginning to affect my outlook and the table looks tight at the bottom. COYI
Indeed stewarding still needs a lot of improvement. COYI
The defence needs to be sorted, too prone to mistakes. Stewarding still poor. Separately, in a desperate attempt to avoid £5.15 pints, I noticed plastic cups of tea and coffee at £2.50 in ALL outlets I checked. £2.50!!
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