We
knew we’re getting greedy, we know nothing ever runs smoothly in football. But we
just wanted to win this one too, to round off the mini-series of five games
with 13 out of 15 points, knowing that a win would take us up to fifth with
Huddersfield not playing, hopefully closer to Stockport in fourth if they
messed up a Bristol Rovers, and aware that next up are some pretty tough
fixtures on paper. We were surely also aware that any drop in standards usually
sees us come up short and of our poor recent record against Peterborough, a
team most would have predicted a good deal higher at this stage of the season
than they are.
That
backdrop couldn’t really prepare us for the rollercoaster of emotions through
the game as, after a sticky start, we took control of the game, peppered their
goal, but failed to make the breakthrough. Then in the second half we were
handed (quite literally) what we needed, had the advantage compounded by
Peterborough reduced to 10 men, then lost our heads in a crazy few minutes and
managed – unforgivably in the circumstances - to get caught on the break,
conceded a penalty (which could have been accompanied by a red card) to be
pegged back, then struggled for 25 minutes or so to regain the lead, only to be
rescued in the last minute of normal time by Gillesphey’s header from a corner.
My word (to put it politely) we made hard work of that one, but when the dust
settled we had the points.
To
absolutely nobody’s surprise, Jones named an unchanged starting XI, with the
only change on the bench being Anderson returning (after having missed
Stevenage for personal reasons), with new loan signing McIntyre missing out.
We
began the game poorly, off the pace and looking vulnerable to Peterborough’s
lively forwards. Unnecessary free kicks given away, an early error by Jones
which almost let them in and resulted in a yellow card for him, guy in behind
Gillesphey, all in the first 10 minutes. It had taken us perhaps 30 minutes to
get to grips with Stevenage’s set-up on Saturday, but last night we adjusted
faster and began to peg them back.
Once
that happened you started to see why they have been conceding an average of
almost two goals a game. They did manage just about to contain the threat from
Small and Campbell down either flank, with the returning Edun limiting the
former’s ability to run at him. But a 15-minute spell produced a litany of near
misses. An Edwards cross saw Godden almost produce another near post finish,
good work down the right saw Berry almost convert a Small cross, Berry had a
shot blocked. Berry was then clearly fouled inside the box but nothing given,
Campbell was able to use his pace to get in on goal but delivered a weak
finish. Finally a Berry shot came back off the post with Steer beaten and
closest of all Jones headed back a corner and Godden met it on the full, but
his fierce shot was too close to Steer and was pushed away, while Edwards picking
up the rebound had his first effort blocked and poked the second wide.
Things
did calm down a little after that, Peterborough even managed an attack. But the
stats at the break showed we had 63% possession and had nine attempts on goal,
four on target, versus two and one for them. It felt like a game in which one
goal would probably lead to two or three, just had to get that first one.
Thankfully
we didn’t have to wait too long into the second half before it came, although the
circumstances were surprising. A ball across their box saw Docherty pounce as
the defender slipped. He played it inside to Campbell. His shot appeared to be
blocked normally, but joy of joys the ref saw things differently and
immediately pointed to the spot. Later the replays on TV did show that,
although their defender was close to Campbell, his arm moved out to stop the shot.
Good spot by the ref. Godden stepped up and put it beyond Steer’s despairing
dive.
Things
got better shortly after as their guy moving down the touchline seemed to
overrun the ball and lunge in on Small, who took a painful blow. It was clearly
a bad challenge, leaving the ref with no option, although it didn’t seem
malicious and the replays indicate the guy had tried to flick the ball forward
but missed, following through on Small.
Now
in complete control surely we would knock the ball around for a while, take all
the sting out of it, push them back, and finish off the game with another goal
or two. Instead we quite frankly lost our heads. Players started running around
intent on getting another immediately and made poor choices. Godden took a shot
from an unlikely spot when others were better placed. And we simply forgot that
Peterborough did have a game plan, even with 10 men: to spring forward at pace
on the break if and when the opportunity arose.
It
did and amazingly against 10 we were caught on the break short of numbers. Their
guy got goalside of Ramsay. He tried to do just enough to put him off but not
to bundle him over, but the forward opted to go to ground anyway and the ref
again had little option but to award the penalty, even if the first contact
might have been outside the box. The only question then was whether Ramsay
would get a yellow or a red. I’m not sure on the rules, obviously it was a
goalscoring opportunity, but with a penalty given Ramsay escaped with yellow.
But the penalty was converted and stupidly we were back level again.
There
was still around half an hour to play, so no need for panic, even if heads were
collectively being shaken and I’m sure Addicks watching were, like me,
distraught. And our nerves were not eased as, although we had a chance or two, we
struggled to make our man advantage pay. Peterborough had a free kick and even
though we had 11 against 10, and in Campbell and Small players capable of
outpacing defenders, brought all 11 back. From a corner Ramsay had a goalbound
header blocked by a defender’s head, Small had a shot saved, but in general
Peterborough were containing us better than they had in the first half.
On
71 minutes Jones made his first change, Leaburn coming on for Edwards, which
meant Small switching to the left and Campbell to wide right. Ramsay averted
rare Peterborough danger, then Leaburn couldn’t quite get on the end of a
diverted ball in from Small. Aneke and Gilbert were introduced for Berry and
Godden.
With
only a couple of minutes of normal time left it seemed it just wasn’t to be, as
somehow from Campbell’s ball in Docherty’s header did not find the back of the net,
as once again a defender managed to get in the way. But from the corner that
resulted we were finally celebrating again, as Gillesphey’s header unlike
others somehow managed to evade everyone and end up nestling in the far corner.
We
were able to see out the six minutes of stoppage time, with Mitchell coming on
for Campbell to help close it out. A mighty sense of relief with the final
whistle that two points had not been thrown away after all, with a late Bristol
Rovers equaliser against Stockport adding to the enjoyment.
We
now go into another mini-spell of five games – away at Birmingham, Exeter at
home, away at Leyton Orient, Barnsley at home, then Stockport away. Barnsley
may have fallen away of late, with just one point from their last five, and
Exeter are on a poor run, despite FA Cup heroics, a draw and five defeats in
their last six. But away at Birmingham, Leyton Orient and Stockport are
obviously massive games. The Birmingham game may be one we can view as anything
from it is a bonus (which is not to say we don’t go there in good spirits and more
than capable of taking something).
As
for the other two, we’re not going to go looking for draws but the imperative
is not to lose. You can only tip the hat to these teams, they are where they
deserve to be and are obviously serious contenders. We’ve put ourselves in a
position where we’re no longer in desperate need of victories against those
around us to try to close a gap, but we can’t let them get away from us again. In
an ideal world we draw the three away games, win the two at home, take nine
points, then see what the world looks like as we approach the run-in. OK in an
ideal world we win them all, but that’s just being greedy, isn’t it?