Storm v Devils
Stormshelter, Saturday 11th January 2020

Can it strike twice? No, let’s not call it good fortune, that belittles a superb performance, excellent in every area, some saying netminder Bowns had an off night, but to see that, you have to test him dontcha? We did against Cardiff on our ice.

What has also struck is an illness I’m sadly never going to be free of, not curmudgeonliness, there’s no weekly injection and daily tablet against that. What it does mean is that streaming takes place again, on the pc, dog by the fire, Madam Malcontent cheering along, the fire toasting us all. Would I rather be at the Shelter? Yes. But sometimes I can’t. And I understand those who don’t like what is ostensibly a TV report; deride them, but understand.

Actual expectations tonight. Dangerous. Why yes. Can’t help it though.

Tight play at first, both teams playing themselves in, stone cold pen to Storm not given, but we still had a go, trying to carve out shots, we blocked them well, had speculative shots, shipped a pen on Critchlow, first real advantage.

PK is good…PK is good…not good enough, they knocked on the door, replicated a play and we left a player free.


Storm having a go but not with as much intensity as their last encounter here, not nearly. Little smoothness, they had too much time on the puck, first to it too, in fact our first nice move came with 45 seconds to go.

Well that was much ado about nothing, not really aggressive enough, not sharp enough, but my curry was just hot enough. Hotter than Storm, that’s for sure.

2nd period, delayed call for us; mighty 18% as Lightning Jack gets to the sin bin to give commiserations; come on, we shouldn’t be defending on a PP, playing ‘Firestarter‘, is that ironic?

Can’t get the puck as much as we should, we trade shots briefly but this is becoming too easy for Cardiff. Now let’s take our mighty 18% and make it difficult for them, another PP time! We hit the pipes, but not the heights.

We can’t seem to get much going, little sleekness, just sweat. And yet. Only 1 in it and Devils don’t seem frightening, but neither do we. Get good odds for a 0-1 at the end of the 3rd, I reckon.

3rd? Not the excitement we’d like, but Devils edging it, pressurising, but Dallas had other ideas, carried the puck forward, kicked it from the boards, Fawcett pirouette, goal!


Right, straight after the goal, we have a PK. We’re good at this…Dallas was absolutely felled, stick to the head, officials missed it then are forced to review it, do nothing. Appalling refereeing, biased and gutless. And through the knot of players, they tip one in. We shouldn’t have been on the PK.


Robbed by terrible officials. And suddenly the fight leaves us, Cardiff controlling the play, us on the back skate. And we played the last 5 mins with a holding of breath, really respecting a team we beat so well so recently. And Ginn pulled; we know how this goes…

It goes in the Devils’ net! One second to go! Oh. A review. No, now the ‘officials’ are saying the buzzer had gone. Appalling to not even bother to check. Rotten officiating. We were robbed.

But we were also outplayed. We gave them too much time, too much hope, too much help. We played well, but we didn’t have the edge we did last time here with Cardiff. But it sticks in the craw. Why? The officials were inept, biased and didn’t protect players; lacking a basic aptitude. Something smells funny…

Remedy Rating: 3/5 Wrong Diagnosis

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