As Good As It Got

Despite hardly being able to put a team together due to injuries and illness, Yeovil managed to take the lead in the first minute of the game and were playing well until we had a player what looked to be, without seeing it again, harshly sent off.

Somehow we then managed to score a second goal ( hence the celebrations above) but deep down we knew that we weren't going to hold out for over an hour with only ten men - and so it proved, although it wasn't until the last 5 minutes that Morecambe overtook us and won 4-2.

There's no doubt the sending off made a big difference, although we always looked too slow and unfit to cope with their superior numbers.

What was particularly galling was that our player's red card came from an honest but mistimed, clumsy challenge (followed by histrionic rolling around from the 'victim' - he miraculously recovered and got straight back to his feet as soon as the red card was brandished- while his team mates surrounded the referee demanding retribution) while they had two players who were only booked for far more deliberate and malicious late tackles.

Why is it that, when you're not playing well, it's always the way that luck goes against you?