We’re in a crisis of our own making

AT half-time on Saturday, The Specials were playing over the loudspeakers as the players trooped off the pitch.

“Stop your messing around . . . ” admonished Lynval Golding. The warning was not heeded and we were served another half of fragmented, disjointed football which laid bare our inability to make chances count.

The defence with Terry back in his rightful place looked more robust, but the midfield and the strikers look as far removed as Double winners as you can get.