Big up Number 10
Four very winnable matches and another that, with hindsight, we could've easily got a bonus point from. Fast forward: three draws, two defeats, one losing bonus point and only three tries scored.
Even if we have only conceded five tries, it doesn't lessen the fact that this is a poor return. Since we won the title, 2004 is the only time we've started a season with a squad rivalling this one, yet something seems to be quite wrong at Kingston Park.
Anybody who wants to read about yesterday's game in minute detail should and probably already has looked elsewhere. I wrote this while standing on a hot train because it was so packed I couldn't even get to my seat and kick out whoever was sitting there, so that didn't improve my mood any.
And like I suspect most Falcons fans after yesterday's game, I was quite angry.
Like our other home games this season it could've been so different. We weren't brilliant in the first half but Jimmy Gopperth kicked over all five penalties, and but for a loose pass that allowed Richard “I always play well against the Falcons” Haughton to score and Derick Hougaard's try on Sarries' only real time in our 22, we'd have been 15-3 up at half-time.
As it was, we were 15-17 down, but I felt we were doing OK and in little danger overall. I certainly thought if we could continue to have possession and start to create clear chances, and Gopperth kept kicking well, we were very capable of winning.
Oh, ye of lot of faith.
The second half, much of it played in the Falcons' half but not really in the 22, made me think we are a team lacking confidence and direction, kicking long and not chasing, and generally looking aimless with the ball in hand.
Gopperth's kicking from hand wasn't as good after half-time, although he was unfairly picked on by some 'supporters' while being the only back in black looking vaguely capable of getting us back into the game.
Tom Biggs is still being criminally underused. What a waste, we might as well have my Grandma on the left wing, and she's been dead seven years.
By 70 minutes I for one had lost hope and when we got scrums I wasn't enthused. We'd mess about, kick and invite Saracens back at us. We were losing but you wouldn't have known it.
When Chris Wyles scored Saracens' third try to go seven ahead, I almost hoped they'd convert so the Master wouldn't be able to say “Yes it was bad but we got a bonus point from a team top of the league”.
They didn't convert, and Slacker pointed out that a converted try would get us a a draw. I said we didn't have a hope in hell of scoring a converted try and that if we did I'd give him the £30 I had in my pocket. It was very safe.
It it ironic the game ended with us on the away 22 line, I don't think we'd been there since the break.
I think that's enough ranting, so just one more thing. The Master's third honeymoon period after our summer signings is now firmly over. I want to see results and I don't mean two big wins in Europe. I mean wins in the league against Bath and Worcester.
On this evidence I'm not holding my breath.
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I think that's enough ranting, so just one more thing. The Master's third honeymoon period after our summer signings is now firmly over. I want to see results and I don't mean two big wins in Europe. I mean wins in the league against Bath and Worcester.
