Southampton 0 Hull City 0

The clouds were grey, flecks of blue streaked around the sky, the wind swirled around St Mary’s Stadium, but it wasn’t until 2.45pm that the sun finally broke through. My first ever visit to this ground, but momentous for the fact that it completed the set of all 92 Premier/Football League grounds for me, hence my wish to volunteer for writing this report.

Marco Silva decided continuity was the key and so no changes to the starting line up were made to the side that started against the Hornets last Saturday, the red card for Niasse rightfully being rescinded to keep the momentum going. Baffling that Mr Madley’s performance last week should earn him the Crystal Palace v Burnley battle later on….and yet more controversy!

Elmohamady Ranocchia Maguire Robertson
Markovic N’Diaye Goebel Clucas Grosicki


Marshall Dawson Huddlestone Hernandez Henriksen Bowen Maloney

The first few minutes set the trend for most of the game and it was a joy to see as the relegation battlers took the game to Southampton. As early as the fourth minute, Niasse chased down a backpass to Forster leading to a hurried clearance, fed to Markovic, a free kick being drawn 25 yards out which Grosicki bent superbly over the wall leaving Forster admiring it, but the ball cannoned off the post. Very unlucky.

Our football at times was slick, fast, accurate, defence to attack, spreading play. It was a joy to watch. How is it we struggle for consistency away from home? The answer almost came when a moment’s lapse in concentration saw a ball played behind Ranocchia and Gabbiadini had a clear site of goal but screwed the ball embarrassingly wide when faced with Jakupovic.

Our first half performance was excellent, apart from being level at 0-0. The chief reason for that was the willingness for every player to battle and lay their bodies on the line and, with reference to Andy Dalton’s superb report from last week, having the class act on our team in Evandro Goebel. His performance in the first half was a masterclass of midfield supremacy. His calm control, clever movement and timing was exquisite to watch.

My one concern was that 0-0 scoreline because this season away from home has seen so many errors that have cost goals that the net normally needed to bulge at the other end for something to hold on to. Added to which, surely Southampton would come out with more purpose having been booed off by their own supporters.

The second half saw Southampton forcing us back more and a few hearts started pumping faster when Shane Long was introduced for the Saints after an hour. Not another former player to haunt us? Memories of Stoke two weeks ago flooded back when Crouch and Walters came on and changed the game.

We were made of sterner stuff today and Long never had a sniff, thanks yet again to the imperious Sir Harry. When will Mr Southgate finally recognise his talent? Only if/when he leaves the club? Like Livermore.

Anyway, the half meanders along. We’re comfortable, apart from a dodgy punch from the Jak, which he redeemed himself by saving the follow up shot. Substitutions are made. Henriksen for the excellent aforementioned Goebel (71 mins) and Huddlestone for Grosicki (82 mins). That substitution must have been interesting as the 4th official was Paul Tierney, who’d sent Huddlestone off only four weeks earlier! The final substitution was going to be Hernandez for Niasse. However, Clucas went down injured and after treatment, it was decided Dawson should appear instead, for Markovic.

Enter Mike Dean, a referee I can’t say I rate highly, or even lowly for that matter! He always seems to want the limelight. I have to say that today his performance had actually been very good, though it was a quite sociable game, with no nasty tackles. A shirt pull it seemed, against N’Diaye led to a penalty award for Southampton, with 90 minutes up and injury time being played. From our end it was hard to tell. Paul Clement must have been punching the air in delight. Step up Dusan Tadic, not Shane Long, thank goodness. A low shot towards the Jak’s left post, but our hero gets a strong left hand to it and puts it past the post. Pandemonium at our end and on the pitch. The corner comes to nothing, we break and win a corner ourselves. It’s played across, flicked on and Niasse, despite HIS shirt being held, has a stab at the ball but it is headed off the line. Mike Dean didn’t notice that though. Cue the final whistle and maybe a few thousand Welsh voices being muffled ahead of Swansea’s trip to Old Trafford tomorrow.

Overall, a great away performance, the team ethic and mindset perfect. Was this the day Hull City finally put the nail in Swansea’s coffin? We’ll know soon enough.

Final word is for our unassuming hero Eldin Jakupovic. He hasn’t had the greatest career at Hull City but has never moaned. He’s got on with his task of being substitute often enough and also being loaned out. Everyone remembers thec alamity against Sheffield Wednesday not many seasons ago and not all have forgiven him. He has had his good moments too, like last season keeping Arsenal at bay at the Emirates with a record breaking eleven saves there in a 0-0 draw in the FA Cup. However, under Marco Silva he is now our recognised No.1 keeper and he deserves all the plaudits he’s getting, even the recent transfer speculation, which shows he’s being noticed elsewhere too. I’m really pleased his perseverance has paid off and with Hull City and the penalty save today will lay the ghost of Sheffield Wednesday to rest, especially if Hull City do finally stay in the Premier League

Tim B

Hull City 1 Southampton 1

After a thorough first half chasing a Barmby equaliser (off a defender’s arse) and a Saints sending off let City back in for a draw that ends a run of losses in unexpected fashion.

Your earnest clique of tiger-chat matchreporters is less likely to disclose details of internal unrest than was the Soviet Politburo of the 1960s, so there will be no hint of which member subordinated pen duties last night to the admitted trivia of earning a living so as to put food on his family’s plate. So, in brief …… it was a peculiarly unbalanced though entertaining game. So’ton thrilled their travelling band of 7 (seven) fans by scoring an early goal that was about as effortless and therefore dismaying as I’ve seen stuck past us in a long while. Walcott, to the outside of Quashie’s left boot, to Koslowski, a stroll inside and into the back of our net. Thereafter, with the speedy teenager Walcott largely terrifying when on or near the ball, Ormerod nipping around trickily in front of our back four, Quashie in serene control of midfield and Koslowski, playing wide on the left, a constant threat and never properly marked, the pattern was like that for most of the match at St Mary’s last month but with the Tiger pain factor trebled. Which is to say it was astonishing at times to realise we were only one down.

That we were only one down was in part due to the referee’s apparent decision to suspend the hand-ball rule against Saints, in part due to doughty defence by Cort and Collins but most of all due to the simply majestic Myhill.

And then in the later stages of the first half we got the ball upfield, got in amongst ‘em, no pretty stuff, men in the box and fluked an equaliser via a medley of deflections that, for all its fortune, was evidence of our determination not to surrender to superior opposition. Then Quashie got himself sent off, leaving us with 45 minutes to punish ten men.

But So’ton then had slightly the better of a largely cautious second half. So, 1-1 it ended.

We should have been much more ambitious in the second half. We had an extra man but we never tried to make it count. We sat back and never really considered gambling in pursuit of all three points. So’ton, racked by dressing room turmoil and reeling from their 3-4 beating on Saturday, were ripe for a pasting, and we failed to deliver.

The previous paragraph was bollocks of the biggest, purplest kind. The visitors came out for the second half with one thought only – don’t lose shape, keep it tight and pray that Hull (as they probably mistakenly call us) over-extend in attack. Err, that’s three thoughts then. So’ton were desperate for us to let them play on the break. We didn’t fall for it. We kept our patience. Ultimately we didn’t carry enough threat to get a winner but, in short, amid our current run not losing last night was a sounder option than risking losing by pushing for a win. Well done Mr Taylor – and to get his strategy right while confronted with the menacing genius of Sir Clive Woodward on the opposition bench was some achievement.

Negatives for us were France, horribly confused most of the time at right-back, Delaney, who is clearly not a left-back but is an entirely splendid chap for continuing to do his best in a unsuitable position instead of sulking, Burgess, injured early on and, I hope to be proved wrong, never to play professional football again, Elliott, mincing garbage for the few minutes he played late on, and Brown, poor and pointlessly feeble again. On the plus side, Myhill, of course, Green, whose efforts didn’t always succeed but who worked and never shirked and had his most influential game in a while, and Barmby, on early to replace Burgess and the source of most of our craftier moments.

And Billy Paynter. In the first half he had shooting opportunities twice in a minute and on both occasions he tried to pass. Not a natural goalscorer. And his crossing from the right was woeful. But I liked him. ‘Bustling’ is the relevant adjective. And there’s a bit of the Duane Darby about him. He could be an enjoyably honest battler.

Paynter is also firmly in the style of Taylor’s signings. There’s a lot of nonsense talked about who we will and won’t buy, as far as I can see. The manager’s made it clear enough, hasn’t he? He wants young players, mainly. He wants to be able to coach and improve them. He wants players with something to prove – mainly from the lower Divisions, though not always (Welch, Barmby, both special cases as a loan signing and a prodigal son respectively). He wants players with a good, honest attitude. Most of all, he wants players that will ensure that the sum of our team is greater than its parts – and he doesn’t want fancy-dan high-wage world-weary strollers from the fringes of the Premiership who will wreck our team spirit. That’s consistently Mr Taylor’s line, isn’t it? It’ll enough to keep us up, in my opinion.

Meanwhile, having mentioned the dauntingly magnificent Sir Clive Woodward above, could it be that we have our own in-house motivational guru? Our Chairman’s programme notes last night reveal that as he made his weary way back through the carpark after Saturdays’ beating at the Mantovaniski he was approached by a City fan who proceeded to give him a damn’ good talking to about the need for self-belief. And Mr Pearson took it to heart and was boosted by it. All hail the man with silver tongue. Might he perhaps be a tig-chatter? I think we should be told. Or, as the man himself might put it, I think we should be towelled.

HULL CITY (4-3-3): Myhill; France, Cort, Collins, Delaney; Green, Welsh, Woodhouse; Brown, Burgess, Paynter. Subs: Barmby (for Burgess, 13), Elliott (for Paynter, 63), Fagan (for Brown, 85), Lynch, Duke.

Goals: Barmby 45

Booked: Woodhouse

Sent Off: None

SOUTHAMPTON: Niemi, Delap, Powell, Svensson, Higginbotham, Kosowski, Oakley, Quashie, Belmadi, Ormerod, Walcott. Subs: Hajto (for Kosowski, 45), Fuller (for Ormerod, 71), Smith, McCann, Jones.

Goals: Kosowski 6

Booked: Oakley

Sent Off: Quashie



Southampton 1 Hull City 1

No great shakes for a recently relegated side, Southampton ooze no Premiership class whatsoever and yield a point to the Tigers thanks to Kevin Ellison heavy left boot.

Kevin Ellison!

I was just checking back through my archive of match reports to discover what I’ve said about him so far this season. “Young Ellison looks very short odds to take every Player of the Season award going”. “Already looking too good for this Division, it can only be a matter of time – and not much of it – until Ellison steps up to Premiership level”. “The outstanding player once again was Kevin Ellison, he must start, every game, no excuses”. Yes, all these things have not been said by me so far this season.

Try this one on for size.

“Ellison grabbed possession wide on the left, hurtled past his startled full-back in a pounding, muscular run, slicing deep into the home team’s penalty box before blazing a gloriously unselfconsciousness shot across the terrified Niemi, sending the far side-netting billowing outwards and the travelling City support into delirious raptures”.

Kev! You da man! That’s birdie golf!

He did all this in the 79th minute of a game we looked likely to lose, but from which we extracted a hard-earned point. There is something old-fashioned about Ellison’s play. Head down, honest endeavour. Is he good enough? Well, if he can explode like this every now and then he’s worth his place in the squad, especially given the worrying lack of attacking dynamism elsewhere in our ranks.

Ultimately able to enjoy a beautiful sunny afternoon by the Solent:

Lynch Cort Delaney Dawson
France Welsh Curtis Barmby
Brown Fagan

And what a rotten first half it was. If we’d expected Southampton (coached by Sir Clive Woodward) to cause us the alarms that fellow Premiership exiles Norwich had a short while ago, then we’d called it quite wrong. The home side looked no better than most of the teams we’ve faced this season – and no better than us. This surprised me because, as I may have already mentioned, they are coached by Sir Clive Woodward. He is a master tactician, an outstanding man-manager and, I believe, a motivational guru in demand as a speaker at Rotary Club lunches all over Hampshire and even across the Sussex border. Southampton, a humble club whose natural home is on a par with Waterlooville, have performed mightily in bringing Lord Woodward in to take the reins. I for one wish him well and, indeed, if Captain Marvel, Bryan Robson, is not to take over at the England helm after Sven’s departure, then I cannot imagine a stronger candidate than Sir Cliveford Woodberry. In fact, do I hear a dream ticket?

In the meantime it was hot, the sun dazzled the well-populated corner allocated to the travelling Tigs, and the football was dire and uncompetitive. A Fagan cross was met weakly by Brown, whose header drifted well wide. On 22 one of theirs hared in from the left, squared it but another of theirs smacked the ball comfortably too high. On 30 the lively Fagan sets up France but he shoots over. And as half-time approaches and neither keeper has been asked to get their gloves dirty City looked quietly satisfied while the Saints are dismally listless and leaderless.

It’s a trap! You’ve got to be on your toes when you’re playing a side coached by Sir Clivestone Woodsnoring, and we just weren’t. A corner is headed out to one Oakley, loitering fully 25 yards out from our goal and, without even needing to set the ball on one of those funny little plastic tees, he smashes it with his left foot into the back of our net. Boaz, I suppose, was initially unsighted. Fine strike though.

That left us a couple of minutes to play up until the half-time whistle and we used them to look a good deal menacing than we had at any time hitherto. Fagan finds space, his effort is blocked for a corner; a header from France, a save, a second corner, but this is struck too long and we arrive at the break a goal down.

I was unimpressed by the St Mary’s Stadium. It’s big, it’s modestly imposing, but it’s unimaginative. Uniform, dull, none of the elegance of the Circle or the quirky grandeur of Coventry’s new home. It seems to me that the architectural choices peer in the wrong direction for inspiration. It’s just too footbally. If they had sought a home modelled on, for example, Neath’s marvellously intimate Gnoll I feel Saints would have been much better off and could surely have boasted a ground packed to the rafters week in, week out.

Into the second half, and we are quickly on the back foot. Southampton (coached by Sir Clive Woodward) take the majority of possession and press forward, but are peculiarly unwilling to test us deep inside the penalty box. Maybe they’re short of confidence, maybe they reckon themselves just too cool to do grubby things like whip crosses in and test our defence, maybe they’re just a ramshackle bunch of foreigners content to pick up decent money for a feckless shift. Obviously it cannot be that their club is a complete shambles, with a manager wholly undermined by a clot of a Chairman who is handing out wages to some dope of a rugby bore whose reputation was last seen heading south down an unusually stinky New Zealand toilet.

Boaz saves brilliantly from Fuller – though it turns out he was offside anyway. On the hour another excellent moment from our fast-improving goalkeeper as he saves from a powerful header and then watches as the loose ball bounces off the bar before being criminally turned wide of the post by Lundekvam, only three or so yards out. So’ton give every impression of not wanting to kill this game off. They’re a weird bunch. Plenty of languid skill. A dire lack of leadership and determination. Swanning around like you’re too good for it will not get you out of this Division, even if it might pink the gins down at the Stoop.

On 63 Burgess and Ellison came on, replacing Brown and Barmby, and shortly afterwards we enjoyed our first serious moment of attacking flair of the second half as France surged powerfully forward before sliding a right-foot shot just wide of the post. Curtis comes off for Green, and we’re hunting a frankly improbable equaliser. But it arrives. As above, courtesy of the extraordinarily doughty Ellison.

Overall we weren’t very good yesterday, by the way. Hanging on grimly defensively. Hanging on grimly all over the pitch, come to that. But: a late equaliser a long way from home on a lovely sunny day against flabby oppositon that deserved to be punished. “It’ll do” isn’t the half of it. It’s tremendous!

Southampton (coached by Sir Clive Woodward) have eleven minutes, plus the added three, to regain the lead but though they create an alarm or two in Boaz’s vicinity they still look uncommitted and flaky to me. This was the fourth away game we’ve played against the teams that led the betting market at the start of this season and only our first point – but on this evidence So’ton, despite the reassurng presence of Sir Clivebaldy Woodpants, should finish well adrift of Wolves, Palace and, most of all, Norwich. Perhaps the Saints need a new coach.

HULL CITY (4-4-2): Myhill; Lynch, Cort, Delaney, Dawson; France, Welsh, Woodhouse, Barmby; Brown, Fagan. Subs: Burgess (for Barmby, 63), Ellison (for Brown, 63), Green (for Woodhouse, 77), Joseph, Duke.

Goals: Ellison 79

Booked: Brown

Sent Off: None


SOUTHAMPTON: Niemi, Hajto, Lundekvam, Svensson, Higginbotham, Oakley, Belmadi, Quashie, Kosowski, Ormerod, Fuller. Subs: Walcott (for Kosowski, 76), Blackstock (for Fuller, 88), Smith, Cranie, Delap.

Goals: Oakley 44

Booked: Belmadi, Hajto

Sent Off: None