Burwash came to Hastings and dismantled the Hornets on the last day of the season.
The nil-one score line could have been a hatful if it hadn’t have been for a super performance in goal from The Cat.
Despite the single goal scoreline Burwash – who completed the double over the H’s – completely dominated the game for long periods.
The Hornets only really came alive in the last three minutes with some decent pressure but by then it was far too late.
There was a lot of grumbling about refereeing decisions but on the touchline the word was that Jesse got most of the calls right.
He blew up endlessly because we ran and it was lucky that The Assassin was the only Hornet to be blue-carded. If it hadn’t have been for Massive Manager Mark’s nifty substitutions, two or three others would have joined Mehdi in the sin bin.
The facts are woeful. The Hornets didn’t get a single shot on target that bothered Burwash’s keeper.
The play from the back was sluggish and the midfield was non-existent.
There was a remote mathematical chance to win the league if we won by a ton of goals. We got none.
The warnings were there right from the start as the visitors held onto the ball for the first three minutes.
On the widest pitch they ever played on, we had no width and nobody did any running for anyone else. We simply bunched in the middle and got in each other’s way.
Burwash had a great chance early on when their centre forward went one-on-one with the Cat only for the keeper to make an outstanding save down to his left.
Despite a stern word from MM – who rightly said this was the worst performance the Hornets had ever turned in – nothing improved in the second half.
The Cat saved twice again after the break before the Burwash striker beat him into the far corner with a low drive.
It could be argued that the ref missed a high ball but two defenders stopping, expecting the free kick, gave the poacher a free run at goal: play to the whistle.
The Cat kept his team in the hunt to the end with two more great stops – one a left-handed tip over that put the ball into the trees. But it wasn’t enough.
The match was played in great spirit and both teams enjoyed Carole’s post-game repast. It was the highlight of a miserable evening.
MOM: The Cat.
