Apologies for my outrageous raging optimism last time.
I don’t know what came over me.
I blame scotchers!!
I thought that Karl may have
bull-whipped the team into shape last week but clearly, that didn’t happen.
Two games of footgolf and a guess the weight of winnall tombola is not what I would call set play training.
When you think of Accrington Stanley, it is still difficult to believe that they are anything but a wooden bleacher stand and soggy pitched non-league outfit.
But they have defied their rep for years and have stood as strong opposition for us too many times to be dismissed lightly.
We have however, gathered a collection of good players together who have so far refused to play as a team for any longer than 45 minutes.
So, Provided that Karl has cut out a couple of unofficial tea breaks from the Horspath rd training sessions, We should start to see our boys play with a little more zest.
My final words of advice to them??
Football. onion bag. Go!