Like Edinburghmiller, I was glad I chose to make my UK visit while this game was on the agenda. That, of course, was not the case halfway through the second half when my only hope was that we didn't concede as many as the hapless Wednesday side were destined to lose by.
I don't think we strung two passes together in the first thirty minutes and Swansea seemed to have the ball on a rubber band at their feet as they knocked it effortlessly to each other all across the pitch. Vyner was having a torrid time - and will continue to do so while ever he is unable to glance around him to see where the opposition winger is going - but then nobody, other than Rodak, was covering themselves with glory. I lost count of the number of Hail-Mary balls that we lumped forward more in hope than anticipation. Smith kept trying but was made to look leaden footed by the spritely Swansea defence. Towell seems to have lost his mojo and, while Vaulks still has his, he's seems a bit unsure what to do with it. Generally the defence were competent and kept shape but Vyner just wasn't up to the task of taming James. Respect to Swansea; they did their homework on us by working the wings effectively and never letting us settle on the ball. They did not take us for granted and instead nullified us and made us look inept. I almost felt sorry for them having to go home empty-handed after a performance like that. (I said almost...)
Great to come out of NYS with a stolen three points and join the throng of fellow fans walking past G and C shaking their heads in disbelief at our good fortune. I will tell everybody that my presence brought us the luck we needed on the day - but I know, like everybody else, this was simply a balancing of the books against the accumulation of games where the fates seemed to be against us. Normally we don't get to use up that much credit in just one match.