Out of the Zone

No-one seemed to be quite sure if Good Friday was a bank holiday here in the US. The barman was adamant, and a quick vote amongst other pub-goers was unanimous....the weekend started here.

Admittedly having tolerated the first half, an afternoon in the office would have been positively desirable....five City corners inside the first three minutes set the tone for the remainder of the period. A trio of fellow Addicks in the pub confirmed the general sentiment, "...if someone offered us a point, we'd grab their hand off."

I suppose one shouldn't belittle an away point, or a fourth clean sheet in five games, but City were firmly there for the taking, and we never lifted our game enough to suggest we knew it. Indeed our only chance of any note fell to Zheng late in the second half, and even then the pass from Darren Bent was a poor one.

It certainly feels good, and just a little odd to be out of the bottom three this evening, but it was a somewhat apathetic performance that was just a little conceited, when a rabble-rousing performance was actually required. Where for example were the tactically astute subsitutions that Pards has become renowned for? Surely Rommedahl deserved fifteen minutes instead of fifteen seconds.

Song and Zheng were excellent again, whilst the back five were solidity personified, but the lack of creativity ought to be a slight concern, because it's now three matches without a goal from open play. Jerome Thomas for example offered the type of poor delivery usually reserved for the Post Office at Christmas.

Fulham's hammering at Everton proved once again that they are a soft touch away from Craven Cottage, but I can't help thinking today was potentially two points lost. It would feel like a real sucker punch if Sheffield United or Wigan pull off tricky home wins tomorrow.