A spot of rain – (C) Jon Smalldon 2017, All rights reserved
Some days you just ain’t got it. Some days you need to wonder if it’s you, them or some deep problem with the world. I’m sure there were plenty in the crowd who felt a deep and abiding connection with this south coast tussle. I’m not one of them. The positive is that Hastings won (and I’m biased like that), the negatives were pretty much everything else in the game.
Hythe, according to the dour voice behind me as I tested out the wet-weather capability of the D7200, have a bunch of ex-Hastings players in their line-up. “Four,” he intoned. Then after a pause that would make Pinter blush there came a reply: “Five.” I think sometime after the next pause Godot arrived*. And he’d have turned up to see a game that never settled despite some occasional sparks of good movement or good play. There was too much niggle, too few good chances, and a lot of things not quite working out.
Hastings led 1-0 at the break but when Hythe pulled level it was more than deserved. The visitors, higher in the table, looked the more coherent unit and were unlucky to find the Hastings’ defence in one of its more miserly moods, backed up by an excellent goalkeeping performance. It took a spark of magic at the other end – a darting and determined run from a substitute leading to a strong (and slightly deflected) shot – for Hastings to claim all three points.
I don’t have any photos beyond this one, yet. I will do (and I’ll link them at some point). And maybe when I go back properly I’ll rethink my harsh words. After all, this was a tight local derby with some bruising challenges, comedy reffing and a decent plate of chips. That can’t be all bad, can it?
* I know