To say that we went into last night’s game as underdogs was something of an understatement. The bookies had Middlesbrough around 2/5 on for the win, a draw at 4/1, and win for us at 8/1. Some of us even had a pre-match discussion about whether we should send the B team and let them have the points, to keep them clear of the Spanners at the top and to rest key players for the more important game at Oxford on Saturday. Boro had conceded fewest number of goals in the league, only Sheff Wed have scored less than us. But this is football, we’ve ground out some pretty plucky draws of late. All we would have to do is keep a clean sheet.
Thoughts of such an outcome seemed even more remote when we learnt the team, which seemed to have been picked with Saturday in mind. Ramsay, Jones and Bell would all be on the bench, with Gough, Coady and Gillesphey set to form a new central three. Clarke and Chambers were kept as the wing-backs, and the midfield trio of Coventry, Docherty and Carey would be unchanged, while up front Dykes and Campbell swapped places with Leaburn and Kelman.
We knew that, as at Southampton, we would be not just parking the bus but anchoring it in position. From first to last we allowed Boro to have the ball, bring it forward as slowly or quickly as they liked, but confront them with all we had when they reached our box – and when they made it inside the box. We all know the stats by now – and on paper they are amazing. They had 78% possession, 34 attempts on goal (seven apparently on target), pretty much one every three minutes. We had two attempts on target – and everyone knows what they were: Kelman’s first-half chance and the winner from Coady. What we are left with is the quote from the great Bill Shankly: ‘the best team always wins, the rest is just gossip’.
The stats can’t tell the full story. They can’t capture the level of commitment and determination we showed to defend our goal, the numerous blocks, the endless chasing and tackling (I’d love to know how many miles Docherty and Coventry ran last night). All the heroes of last night were from our ranks. The apparently makeshift central three were excellent, with Coady marshalling those around him, Gough rising to the challenge, and Gillesphey meriting nothing but praise, while Ramsay, Jones and Bell were introduced when the time was right. Docherty and Coventry were immense. Mannion stood up to everything that did get through. Even the front two played their part, holding things up when possible, winning free-kicks to relieve the pressure. It’s daft to say that we ‘deserved’ the win, nobody can question that it was just reward for an outstanding effort.
It is fair to say that if the game was played 10 times we would win perhaps once. If Boro had converted one of their early chances they could well have gone on to win by a few. Even in stoppage time at the end I was reminding myself that if they equalised we’d come away with a point, which would have been an excellent result. On another night a ref might have viewed Chambers’ poor first-half challenge as meriting a red rather than yellow. It would have been harsh – how many times do players make a mistake and lose control of the ball and try to make amends and end up putting in rash challenges? - but not a ‘wrong’ decision. And on another night Boro would not be so profligate when it came to actually converting the chances that came their way. It's not our fault they failed miserably in front of goal. They also have to look at their decision not to have numbers back in their box from our long throw.
As for the actual chances, no question that in the first half we had the best one. On 26 minutes Carey fed Clarke down the right. He saw Kelman making strides to get into the box and laid it on for him, only for their keeper to make himself big and block the effort from close range. It wasn’t a gimmee but you felt Kelman will be disappointed not to have given him no chance.
Set that against a ball drilled low from their left across our goal-line, a one-two which led to another ball in which their guy for once unmarked put wastefully wide at the far post, and when they pulled us apart and a low ball in from their left was struck well by their guy only for it to crash back off the bar, with Mannion perhaps just getting a touch on it. Add in other interceptions, blocks, last-ditch tackles, and just getting numbers in their way and from our perspective the first half had been a success, while they probably went off still convinced that they would win the game.
The second half was no different, other than that we scored from pretty much our only chance. After a spate of substitutions by both sides on 56 minutes – we brought on Ramsay for Gough and replaced the front two with Dykes and Campbell - there seemed no danger as we won a throw on our right. We all assumed Carey would try to launch it into the box. Instead Clarke took it and rather than a lofted delivery sent in something more powerful with a lower trajectory. It beat Dykes and his marker at the near post but was met by Coady, just ahead of their defender, who only needed to divert the ball goalward, which he did to good effect. Perhaps it was arrogance/complacency that they had so few back defending their box. Whatever, it cost them dear.
The remainder of the game, save for one moment when TC was played in behind but couldn’t make it count, was a litany of Boro half-chances not converted. Several headers from inside the box went wide or over the bar, one shot from a very good position was weak and Mannion saved (their effort contrasted with the way Kelman had taken his chance on Saturday), many other attempts were blocked or diverted wide for corners. There was a scramble or two, sometimes chaos inside the box due to sheer numbers. Then after five minutes of stoppage time we had the sheer joy of the final whistle.
So, where does it all leave us? For me, there will be penance. In pre-match exchanges some other Addicks were talking of the possibility of nicking a win. I said if we did that I’d eat some cheese, which would for me be a worse punishment than eating my hat (any which way you want it the stuff is disgusting, I have normal taste buds). My partner Suzanne will select the stuff – and never will I eat some cheese more happily. The last time I did this was in return for us winning at Leicester curtesy of Kermorgant goals (his revenge for ‘Totally Sh*t From The Start’). I should have learnt my lesson then.
For us, I think the morning after we’re still trying to assess what it all means, three totally unexpected points. For sure we’re not safe yet, those below us are now bunched up, as Oxford’s three consecutive wins have ensured they are far from being written off. Given that Leicester and West Brom have more quality than you’d expect from relegation-threatened teams, at this stage you can’t predict with any confidence which two will join Sheff Wed. And that points to the risk of a relatively high number of points being required to stay up. But after consecutive wins we clearly do have a good cushion.
Somehow Jones the Boss and his team will have to get everyone physically and mentally ready for the trip to Oxford, with an early kick-off. Their January additions have clearly worked wonders for them and they appear a different side to the one we beat at The Valley. Also, while we know what to do when away at Southampton or Middlesbrough, when it has come to away at Blackburn, Portsmouth, Norwich etc we seem to get caught between focusing on a clean sheet and trying to put away on paper weaker teams. I’d suggest going up against Oxford now is tantamount to taking on a top-six team. Just how we approach and manage Saturday’s game is a real test for Jones. Well, he is paid to do the job.