The day started with me too nervous to eat and ended with me unable to eat, in case it stuck in my throat – Rovers had not read the script.
The game promised much; two play-off contenders separated by goal difference, a huge crowd and chance to pay homage to Jamie Coppinger. What could go wrong?
The great man was cheered wildly pre-match and so it was fitting when James stooped low to open the scoring on 15 minutes – unfortunately this was Luke James, who plays for Peterborough!
Symptomatic of Rovers – architects of their own downfall – they gave the ball away for the first goal, and were too predictable and ponderous; picking the wrong pass too often. When they picked the right one it was often poorly executed.
The first half produced many chances with both keepers having, and taking, the chance to shine. Posh cleared off their line but whereas Stephen Bywater stopped two blinders from Posh, Rows M and Z copped two of Rovers’ efforts.
Little changed in the second half. Rovers huffed and puffed but could not get on terms. Two efforts screamed past the target as Peterborough defended professionally, threatening only on the break. And typically, when Curtis Main’s great close range effort was miraculously saved, the clearance left Peterborough two-on-two for a breakaway second goal Coppinger would have viewed with deja vu!
The crowd left en masse on eighty-eight minutes; even at a fiver they seemed to have not perceived it value for money.
by John Turner