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Watford 0 Brighton and Hove Albion 3 (10/08/2019) 11/08/2019

Posted by Matt Rowson in Match reports.
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1- Will’s tone is earnest.  There are a number of attentive pairs of eyes focused on him.

“I think, what we should do,” he says, “is to take off all the clothes we’re wearing and burn them in a pile in the garden”.

It’s a high-risk suggestion in front of a group that includes a five year-old and a four year-old, the former of whom punches the air with a “yes” at the proposal, but you can understand the sentiment.  The afternoon’s events had been extraordinary and unprecedented.  Drastic action was warranted, all possible precautions necessitated.  My Primitives t-shirt was a lucky heirloom last season.  Who knows what rules govern this.  Let’s take no chances.

Rewind a few hours and it was all looking so positive, despite unseasonal swirling high winds.  The ground, as is becoming traditional, looks ever smarter after a summer’s work – seats in the Rookery/SEJ corner now, and big screens mounted high on the roof of the stand at each end of the pitch.  New signings Sarr and “England international” Welbeck are presented to the crowd and hysterically received, the former making his way slowly across the pitch without breaking his applause to the stands.  There are new montages on the screens, and then Z-Cars chimes in back in it’s traditional place and the cheer as the teams enter is peppered with grins and high fives and a particularly guttural roar.  Fair play to the club for being honest and brave enough to reverse a bad decision.

This positive mood projected itself into the game despite (presumably) Brighton opting to switch ends.  But only briefly.  For the first ten minutes or so Watford were on top, and if we weren’t creating clear chances then we were certainly making the early inroads, Deulofeu wandering in from the left to shoot over.  There were early portents here… more than once Femenía overlapped on the right only for the play to be channelled back into a congested central area…  this seemed odd, the Seagulls’ vulnerability surely down the side of a large three man defence with the attack-minded Solly March nominally as left wing back.

The other feature throughout was frantic closing down high up the pitch.  Both sides were at this, but it was more evident from the Hornets early on as we hunted in packs and chased the ball across Albion’s back line, looking for the opportunity to mug someone or force a rushed pass.  We did this quite successfully for a bit; Shane Duffy shanked a clearance into the SEJ, mouthed off in frustration.  Everyone cheered and all was well with the world.

Then Albion started to assert themselves.  This wasn’t really a problem, since even if they were coming rather closer than we were they were hardly opening us up.  It took an atrociously complacent straight ball out of defence by Craig Dawson, who must have hoped for a more convincing debut, which Albion gobbled up, rattled at us and ultimately forced a goal off Doucouré.  We had a bit of bad luck here, perhaps, an Albion player in an offside position bypassed by Stephens’ chipped cross, not interfering but distracting.  You’ve got to deal with that but… a bit unfortunate.  Particularly as this Albion side is well equipped to defend a lead.

2- Before we start wringing our hands at our own failings, the visitors are due no small credit.    Popular wisdom as recently as this morning was that a side that had struggled last season, particularly for goals, was taking on a manager untested at this level to overhaul the club’s playing style.  A recipe for disaster and it could still go pear-shaped, three points won’t keep them up.

But the reverse side of that coin is that if a side that was always rather good at being difficult and obstructive found a way of adding a few goals to that capability they’d have a handy side.  Once they were ahead there was only one winner;  we played our part (see below) but Albion retained their obduracy marshalled by man of the match Dunk whilst capitalising on mistakes at the other end.  That’s a fine recipe for mid table.

3- Everything we did looked like terribly hard work.  The start of the second half, with a bleach-blonde Pereyra on for the presumably not-quite-fully-fit Deulofeu, was encouraging.  Femenía was finally getting some of the ball down the right, Pereyra was taking responsibility on the left but the chances weren’t coming despite this.  Whilst there were plenty of off days – Will Hughes briefly flickered but only very briefly – the failure was tactical also.  Troy’s battle with Dunk was always wholehearted and engaging but we were talking three big centre backs against our two forwards.  Against a back three you need width or mischief and we didn’t have enough of either for long enough, much of our play was shovelled high through the congested centre of the pitch.  We struggled to retain possession, in part because Brighton were making it difficult to do so in the areas in which we were trying to play and we weren’t able to play around them.

Two goals in fifteen minutes, both borne of defensive calamity and clinical response to it, changed the tone entirely.  Andone nipped in at the near post to finish a move down Brighton’s right with Watford’s defence standing and pointing at each other.  Then Dunk played a long straight pass past a statuesque Dawson;  Foster was out quickly to challenge Maupay’s strength of will but the French debutant was sharp enough to nip around him and beat the bodies on the line.  The entire Albion side joined the bundle, the away end – as gracious as it’s reasonable to expect when 3-0 up away from home on the first day of the season – sang about winning the league.  The home stands emptied quietly and disconsolately.

4- An inevitable aside about VAR.  Rewinding back to the happy innocence of 2.55 when Daughter 1 was revelling in her one hundredth Watford game saw Daughter 2 embark on an unprovoked and unprecedented anti-VAR rant.  “Whoever invented VAR is my mortal enemy”.

A bit harsh, but difficult not to sympathise. The rabid pursuit of the Right Decision is a bizarre, cultish thing…  one otherwise reputable football blog’s twitter feed asserted, in this context, during the summer that “Football is all about getting decisions right”.  Is it bollocks.  I studied Mathematics because I liked the absoluteness of it, I liked knowing that I’d got the answer right.  But if you want absoluteness, do a maths test.  There’s no argument against making the right decision in isolation but when the cost is the nature, the momentum, the pace of the game itself then… yes, that cost is too high.

Actually the disruption provoked by VAR this afternoon was minimal; reviews seemed to occur seamlessly without the need for referee Pawson to interrupt play, there was a rather incongruous “VAR complete” announcement in the rather grandstanding “Gladiators, ready” style but nobody died.  And if reviews of Roberto Pereyra’s free kick – which appeared to strike an outstretched arm in the Brighton wall to the furious indignation of the Argentine – might have yielded a penalty after more painstaking review then that’s a sacrifice I’m personally quite happy with in the name of getting the hell on with it. Heaven knows that a foothold in the game was neither merited nor a potential route to point or three.   Elsewhere, others weren’t so lucky.

5- We had laboured our way to a few more chances, Femenía badgering possession off Dan Burn on the byline and squaring only to find a tentative finish.  Another chance, our best chance, fell to Dawson who did a far better job of slugging a shot goalwards only to be denied by a body on the line.  It had been obvious that it wasn’t our day from the point at which the first two guys trying the reintroduced dizzy kicks routine at half time scored with aplomb rather than falling on their arses as intended.  This just confirmed it.  And so at 5.30 we’re at my Gran’s conducting a post mortem wide eyed at the baffling ineptitude of it all.

On the plus side.  This isn’t a head coach that we don’t know or trust.  This isn’t a team that’s been rebuilt or lost a key component or that we have any doubts about.  Today was atrocious but we’re capable of so much better than this, even without our two new star turns.  A bad day.  But maybe that’s all.

On the minus side.  Ben Foster’s candid post-match reflection that Albion “wanted it more than we did”.  What?  What?

Not that we have any divine right to the most focused, determined single-minded side.  But why should any side be lacking in determination, lacking in wantingitness in early August?  How is that possible?  Whatever our failings… how can you lose 3-0 because the other side wanted it more on the opening day of the season?  That, if anything, is the biggest concern.

Because otherwise, other than that, all we need is another game of football.  Particularly one with it’s own narrative, with blood and thunder.  A disruptive fixture.

Ahhhhh, Everton.

Bring it on.

Foster 2, Femenía 3, Holebas 2, Cathcart 3, Dawson 1, Hughes 1, Capoue 3, *Doucouré 3*, Deulofeu 3, Deeney 2, Gray 1
Subs: Pereyra (for Deulofeu, 45) 3, Success (for Gray, 75) 3, Janmaat, Sema, Kabasele, Cleverley, Gomes

Comments»

1. David - 11/08/2019

Gosh that was a painful watch. It’s unfair to pick on one player but I hope that Dawson, like Gavin Mahon \Ben Foster \Ross Jenkins goes on to have a successful Watford career after a disappointing debut. Centre half for me was the stand out deficiency in 2018\19; on one games evidence, we have not upgraded.

Defence was only part of the problem, every single player could look at their performance critically because whilst I accept Potter out thought Javi on the day I don’t think any player did themselves justice.

2. Will Rowson - 11/08/2019

“I’m Still Standing” goes down as the Billy McKinlay of entrance music.

3. The53rdCard - 11/08/2019

Good to have the reviews back, all the best for the season pal

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Matt Rowson - 11/08/2019

Thx 😊

4. Harry Rowson (aka Silly Grandad) - 11/08/2019

I wasn’t at the match. How on earth are you expecting a win?! Back soon.

5. Keith Endean - 11/08/2019

Z Cars yes!
Black shorts yes!
Performance oh dear!

6. Sequel - 11/08/2019

Dawson should heed the words of Clough and Shankly to their centre backs: “Your job, son, is not to play football. Your job is to win the ball and give it those who can”.
My misery was complete when I discovered that my jeans and jacket were covered with plaster dust from the LGT seats. Hmph.

7. Wiggy - 11/08/2019

Worst part for me is the fact the once you’re over halfway up the rookery, you can’t see the wonderful new big screens used to communicate and inform the crowd.

8. Andy - 11/08/2019

The worrying thing for me is that there is no improvement from the last 6 games of last season, true the cup final was on there minds, but really the performances are not great.


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