Cashley warnings were pretty pointless

FROM where we were sitting in the corner of the Shed, directly in line with Essien and Lehmann’s goal, I had that sinking feeling from the moment that shot left the Ghanaian’s boot.

It was the sort of wonder goal where, as a fan of the beautiful game, you just hold your hands up and say “fair dues”.

Still, considering the significant absence of the influential likes of Henry, Touré, Gallas and Rosicky and the amount of fun we’d had all afternoon, at Cashley Hole’s expense, not to mention the woodwork working overtime in our favour during the last few frenetic minutes, I was certainly far more content with our afternoon’s endeavours than I’d been during the last tortuous traverse across the capital after our depressing defeat at Craven Cottage.