PITCH PLAYS ITS PART IN STALEMATE
WELL, we knew there would be one Football League team in the semifinal draw. Now we’ve got two. Which, to be honest, is about the most positive thing you can say about a match that featured just one shot on goal.
Aesthetically, this 90 minutes had about as much merit as a toddler’s finger painting, the biproduct of a scarred and rutted pitch that precluded any attempt at passing football.
But where finesse was lacking, endeavour abounded. Only the hardest heart could have failed to be bewitched by both sides’ raw desire, from bone-jarring challenges and mid-air collisions to lost causes chased like a greyhound hunting a hare. It made for a wretched but curiously captivating spectacle, albeit one that neither side did enough to win.