Me again! For your usual and oddly optimistic review from TerrierBlog's own John, please see yesterdays post, but here's my view from the stands.
I'd been looking forward to the Charlton game for some time now, not least because I was bringing along a new Terrier in my local pub landlord (a huge Aussie and Aaron Mooy fan) and getting my best mate out for a rare evening off from parenting. That and I thought we might get three points against Lee Bowyer's men and even though we left it late, we took them all back to Huddersfield.
With a team decimated by injuries, illness and general disrespect (writers own opinion of some of our wantaway wage thieves) the game was going to be tougher than it should've been against an Athletic side on a very poor run of form. The weather was bloody awful indeed almost Pennine extreme for South East London so at least the 680 brave Yorkshire souls who made the trip felt right at home. A large accident in the Blackwell tunnel surfacing London's notorious traffic problems kept the team away from the ground for over an hour and delayed kick-off by a few minutes but, no mind, it gave me time to squeeze in another bevvie and a substandard pie to try and warm up my insides.
The delayed first half kicked off and with a free choice of seats, we got ourselves as close to the action as possible, although with the visitors attacking the home end in the first half, it was still a hundred yards away as a new and youthful-looking Town team took control of the game. Dominating possession and keeping the ball well away from where we stood.
True to form, however, there was little to show for it in the final third. The Charlton fans booing Grant for every touch and following that up with some vile abuse on social media later. I know it's not just a game, it's passion, blood and thunder but there is no place for that kind of abuse in any part of modern society.
Second half and with the Terriers attacking a decently vocal away end we saw a hell of a lot more of the ball. Hogg and Bacuna impressing in particular, they were solid and generally quite forward-looking.
The beautiful Christopher Schindler looking much more assured and confident with Stankovic growing in stature alongside him were flanked by an oddly assured debutant and a more focused man of the match, Flo (lad still needs more end product if he's going to go forward so often though).
Steve Mounie also growing into the game, I believe I saw him run a couple of times, played well and gave the midfield an outlet to get the ball forward, so much so that Kamil didn't have one save to make - a great stat in itself.
With the clock running down it began to feel like we were heading for a bore draw. Not the result the overall team performance deserved at all. But then came the brightest light in a rather decent night and a first first-team goal for Matty Daly! Cue raptures from the town faithful and all three points heading up the motorway with the Terriers.
The result was much deserved and needed after losing to Leeds at the weekend and dropping points not only to our local rivals but seeing those teams around us pick up a few, we desperately needed them.
The Cowleys! I'm really really starting to love them. Everything they've promised, they are doing, everything we thought they might be they are and each and every post-match interview is open honest and full of passion for the game they love.
We've seen a lot of Danny and less so of Nicky in front of the cameras but I want to give him a special mention here. As the final whistle blew you could see what it meant to him, he was genuinely thrilled and gleefully soaked up the applause of the Town faithful. Caps dothed lads! Thank you both if you read this.
Final mentions to the hero of the hour, our very own Matty Daly, what a lovely lad, scored the winner sent the crowd into raptures and almost looked embarrassed to receive the plaudits at the final whistle. Other town players visibly pushing him forward to soak up the moment. May there be many more to come for the young lad UTT