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No sooner had I wearily returned home from watching my beloved but beleaguered Livingston FC throw away promotion courtesy of two comedy goals against mid-table opposition, than I was on the train to Edinburgh to watch the Claymores in the Cambridge Bar. I was hoping for a Claymores win to cheer me up a bit, but I should have known much, much better than that.
I actually missed most of the first half while in transit between deepest darkest West Lothian and Edinburgh, but that doesn't matter much because I'm reliably informed that the Claymores players didn't bother turning up for the first half either. Maybe my arrival at the Cambridge had something to do with it, but the performance picked up in the second half. We actually played pretty well for half an hour.
Against a team with a good quarterback and a brimful of (pass-)catchers, I once more felt the secondary played very well and shackled the Rhein receivers for most of the second half. Eventually we also got round to stopping the run, which is always a bonus.
On the other side of the ball, Miller had another one of his dropsy games, but I was pleased with Terence Davis, his two catches on the ill-fated final drive of the game were impressive. Well done to Scoops as well for the touchdown, caught in heavy traffic with the traditional cool head and safe hands. Hey, maybe we should throw his way more often!
In the end, it all came down to the final drive, and yet another bloody draw play. I think that if we had tied the game we could have gone on to win it, but that fourth down call straight out of the best-selling book Offensive Play-Calling for Brain Donors consigned us to our fifth defeat this season. Maybe we still wouldn't have got the touchdown if we'd thrown, but it would have been worth a shot, and I'm darned sure it would have been a less frustrating way to lose a game we should really have won.