Venue: Bob Lucas Stadium
Monday, 18th April, 1pm kick-off
Conditions: Another glorious sunny day
Pitch: More green than brown (and as we all know, that’s a good thing – See podcast #160)
Attendance: 2,609
Scorers: None
Bookings:
W*ymouth: Thomson 55, Cordner 58, Bearwish 67, Drewe 86
Yeovil: D’Ath 36, Barnett 54,
Referee: Daniel Lamport
Yeovil Town : (4-4-2)
Grant Smith
Mark Little, Luke Wilkinson, Ben Barclay, Morgan Williams
Tom Knowles, Dale Gorman, Lawson D’Ath, Jordan Barnett
Reuben Reid, Charlie Wakefield
Substitutes: Max Hunt, Alex Bradley, Sonny Blu Lo-Everton (For D’ath ’84), Adi Yussuf (for Reid ’87) , Josh Neufville (for Wakefield ’71)
Match Report
The fourth meeting of the season with the old enemy in W*ymouth ended in yet another draw – and a pretty turgid one at that.
For most part of it, the game lacked the blood and thunder which is supposed to come from a derby with the home side, desperately in need of points in an increasingly futile battle against the drop, the more committed to the cause.
Yeovil looked like a team with nothing left to play for despite a travelling support which outnumbered their hosts.
But, the draw means the last time W*ymouth won a competitive derby against us is still Boxing Day 1988. Well, you have to take the positives when you can find them.
First half
The first effort of the match fell to the visitors when Charlie Wakefield’s ball in to the box found Morgan Williams rising highest, but the effort was blocked by the Terras’ defence.
Mark Little put a weak header in to the hands of W*ymouth keeper Ross Fitzsimmons soon after, but that was about all there was for any threats on goal.
In terms of things to shout about, that was probably we good as it got. Goalless at half-time.
Half time: W*ymouth 0 Yeovil Town 0
Second Half
The opening attack of the second half offered more than the entire 45 minutes the preceded it. Tom Knowles broke forward down the right and his shot was smothered by Fitzsimmons.
On 74 minutes, Reuben Reid did everything right after picking the ball up on the right of the box, lofted a ball over to Barnett arriving at the far post, but he headed it in to the ground and over.