26/09/2026
This morning, the little Rovers were in their first ever Autumn Cup semi final, and it was against Dalton Reds.
We have progressed into the semi final of the shield before by finishing second in our group, but as we topped our group this time, the level of opposition today was about as strong as it could be.
Although I felt upbeat going into the game, I was bloody nervous this morning! Which is probably ridiculous, but it shows how much this thing takes over your life.
We currently have a really strong starting 5 at Rovers who I think can compete with anyone on their day, and this group changes over time as the levels in the group ebb and flow and other lads catch up and grow, so as long as they are all up for it, I'm always happy to give them plenty of minutes to develop and enjoy their football together.
Saying that, I do try to make sure the 5 on the pitch is as balanced a team as I can make it, so when around 3 minutes into the game one of our best defenders wanted to come off, and the obvious replacement wasn't on my side of the pitch when the call had to be made, I was forced to swap one player and a couple of roles immediately.
This group can be pretty good at creating chaos, but even this was a cracking effort at achieving a personal best. Both flanks of the team completely changed. And it was avoidable! The players know the lesson from this.
Needless to say, we lost balance, we lost bite and unfortunately it just didn't work out. Starts like this are so difficult to recover from.
Somehow we got to half time without a complete mental breakdown, but this was maybe the first time I've had to give the lads a bit of a dressing down mid-match. I tried to word it carefully as the lads are still 8, but attitudes in training have been slipping for a few weeks now and I knew a poor performance wasn't far off.
I love the fact that the lads are becoming friends and comfortable having a laugh together - their personalities and voices are certainly growing - but there is a time and a place and training just needs to be better than it has been.
And as for the match, some of our lads are talented little players, developing well, but without the required effort from the first whistle, they simply will not win games. Where were the tackles? Where were the runs and the movement off the ball we've been working on so hard for weeks?
To a degree, the talk worked. Of course it was too late to claw anything back but our pride, but the effort clearly increased and Dalton only scored one goal more than us in the second half.
This was more like it. We hit the crossbar and their defenders were called into plenty of action. They defended brilliantly by the way, but at least we were finally asking questions! We had shots, we had corners, we had free-kicks. We finally had some pride.
So I'll see how we train this week. I want us to have fun, always, but I also want the sessions to have flow and not continually be interrupted by clowning around and have to re-explain every activity because they are not listening.
We have another tough game coming up next Saturday and I'm looking forward to seeing if the boys start it with a bang, if they have taken my words and the lessons from today on board.
I'll be on them until they have.
We can take positives from the the way we ended the game today.
Boys - you could have given up, but continued to fight right until the final whistle. That's how we need to play. That's how we need to start. Every single time.
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