Hull City 2 Nottingham Forest 3

This report won’t be long, as this match doesn’t deserve anything more than
a cursory recollection of the simple facts.

Slutsky recalled Meyler (for Stewart) and Campbell (for Dicko) from last
week’s Oakwell smash & grab,

In front of 15,780 (yeah, right) and after a justified minute’s applause for
City legend Les Mutrie the Tigers carded:

McGregor

Aina Dawson Hector Clark

Larsson Meyler Grosicki

Bowen Henriksen

Campbell

Although to be honest I’ve no idea where Henriksen was actually supposed to
be playing, as he wandered in a free role behind Campbell without ever
really getting his foot on the ball or win a tackle.

One of the rare bright spots of the afternoon – and indeed the season – was
the energy and inventiveness of Jarrod Bowen, and I’ll be surprised if Ehaw
hasn’t cashed-in on our top scorer come January. On four minutes he skipped
through four Forest challenges before seeing his shot cleared, and a few
minutes later he setup Grosicki to blooter wide.

Shortly after Forest took the worst ever corner kick in English professional
football, 19:04 on the clock triggered the release of a few hundred bright
yellow tennis balls raining down on the visitors goalmouth from a baying
North Stand. The game was held up whilst stewards kicked them all from the
KC sward whilst an admirable tirade of abuse echoed around the half empty
stadium. And behind me in the East Stand dimwits shouted their view that the
protestors should be “banned for life”. We truly have a club that some of
our supporter base deserve.

And so on the half hour Forest take the lead. City’s defence stand-off and
Dowell rifles past McGregor from 25 yards. Should our Scotch keeper have
done better? It was at a nice height and looked like he had a good sight as
it arrowed past him.

At this point my notes suggest City’s forwards were not showing for the ball
from midfield, and Henriksen was having another stinker. Indeed, our entire
midfield looked lightweight all afternoon, bar Meyler who always appears two
tackles from a red. Half-time 0-1.

At half-time Henriksen was shepherd-crooked by Toral, and Irving brought
ponytailed light to replace Grosicki’s hovering dark cloud.

All the positive stuff from City was coming through Jarrod Bowen, and on 48
he skipped down the right, beating two Forest before his cross was snaffled
by the keeper. Two minutes later Toral goes down in a hamstring-tweaked
heap, and is replaced by Dicko. City’s quickest-ever substituted substitute?

On 71 more crass defending from City allows Dowell the freedom of the park
and he pings one in off the post. The City players look a sad sight,
heads-down and seemingly accepting game over. But no-one told young Jarrod
as he curled a superb shot into the top corner from 25 yards. Game back on?

But, of course, it wasn’t. Dowell completes his hat-trick via the penalty
spot after Larsson coughs up cheap possession and Meyler trips goal-bound
Walker, though it looked a soft decision.

Hector reduced the arrears after drilling through a crowded penalty area on
87, but it was too little and far too late. Five minutes added saw plenty of
Forest timewasting (who could blame them) and loud boos accompanied the
final whistle.

Most of the post-match media attention focused on the tennis ball protest
and deflected from the rank awful City performance. The Tigers looked a
shell of the side fielded by Marco Silva less than a year ago, and now look
every bit a lower mid-table Championship team bereft of confidence and,
perhaps more worrying, leadership. Our defence is as shaky as an Allam
Employment Tribunal. Even Richard Sneekes would add steel to this current
midfield. City’s forwards are feeding on scraps, and are so playing deeper –
Dicko should be playing on the shoulder of an opposing centre half, not
hunting in the centre circle for the ball.

If this continues we’d all do well to start mentally attuning to preparing
for a relegation scrap, as watching Sheff United beat the White Shite on
Friday night clearly demonstrates how far off a promotion team we are. We
have some talented players, we have some journeymen and some
not-fully-committed loanees, and Slutsky needs to somehow mould this lot to
at least match the sum of its parts, which it currently nowhere near is.

Andy Medcalf