It was another early start for the first match of 2024. A number of fans had decided to spend new year in Plymouth. I thought about it, but not being a party animal, decided that I would be a lot happier tucked up in my own bed, even if it meant getting up early. I left home in plenty of time for my train. The Northern line trains were patchy, but the Elizabeth line was running well so I arrived at Paddington with half an hour to spare. That gave me time to have a leisurely breakfast of a large coffee and a bacon roll to set me up for the day. I was soon settled on the train for the journey to Plymouth. I had booked a seat by the window and was on the left-hand side of the train, which meant that I was in prime position for the gorgeous views when the train reaches Dawlish, and you are so close to the sea that you can imagine that you are on a boat rather than a train.
Laura met me on the train at Totnes and, on arrival in Plymouth, we headed for the pre-match pub. I knew that the pub didn’t do food, so was annoyed to find that the café that I had identified to grab something to eat was closed. But there was a coffee chain just up the road, so we were able to get a sandwich and take it into the pub (with their blessing). When we arrived, we noticed that most of the clientele were Watford fans. It was another great pub, the beer was excellent, and the staff were friendly. Given that almost everyone in there was a Watford fan, I am not sure how we ended up sitting next to a group of Plymouth fans, but they were really lovely. They are very positive about where their club is now. Having been close to folding, they are relieved to be debt-free. They were annoyed that, despite being Champions of League One last season, the media seemed to concentrate on Ipswich and Sheffield Wednesday. The FA Cup quarter final in 2007 was also mentioned. On that evening they completely battered us, but Ben Foster played a blinder and Bouazza scored the winner. I had to sympathise with them as we certainly didn’t deserve that win.
We gave ourselves plenty of time for the walk to the ground, which took us through a cemetery and down a side street in torrential rain. As we emerged, we saw a family park up and Laura asked if we were on the right track for the ground. The father turned around and was wearing a Watford top, so his guess was as good as ours, but he recognised me and said he reads my blog (hello!). We eventually found our way to the away end. We had to show our tickets to get to the queue for the turnstiles, so they had turned to mush by the time we got to use them. Our seats were cracking, just above an exit with a fabulous view.
Team news was that Ismaël had made three changes replacing Dele-Bashiru, Asprilla and Bayo with Andrews, Kayembe and Rajović. So, the starting XI was Hamer; Morris, Hoedt, Porteous, Andrews; Koné, Kayembe, Livermore; Martins, Rajović, Chakvetadze.
Prior to kick-off, the ball boys emerged from the tunnel in the corner and ran to the centre circle. They stood around it in formation before running to take their positions. Some found this laughable, but I rather enjoyed it.
The first action of the game came from behind the goalline where the grass was very slippery indeed. Pilgrim Pete, the Plymouth mascot, came a cropper as he tried to engage with the travelling Hornets. He was greeted with a far from sympathetic “You’re just a sh*t Harry Hornet.” On the pitch a good move finished with Martins playing a ball to Koné in the box, he flicked it goalwards and the Argyle keeper, Hazard, tipped it over the bar. At the other end, in front of the travelling Hornets, a Plymouth corner was met by a strong header from Andrews which was greeted with cheers from the away stand. The Hornets took the lead after 11 minutes, a throw from Andrews found Martins in the box, he cut the ball back for Kayembe who beat Hazard with a shot into the bottom corner. As we celebrated in the away end, I was interested to see Hoedt, Porteous and Livermore running to Ismaël, presumably for instructions, instead of joining in with the goal celebration. Maybe they weren’t supposed to score that early. The Hornets threatened again as Rajović intercepted a poor back pass and broke forward, but Hazard was out to meet him. At the other end, Hamer slipped while trying to make a clearance and the ball fell to Whittaker, but Hoedt was back to make a tremendous tackle. Then Koné gave the ball away in the midfield, Randell broke forward and played a lovely pass to Hardie whose shot came back off the post.
The home side threatened again with a shot from Whittaker that was parried by Hamer and eventually the ball was deflected for a corner from which Argyle scored their equaliser. The delivery was headed out but fell to Azaz who hit a gorgeous volley from outside the box that looped past Hamer. It was a well taken goal and it had been coming. There was applause on 22 minutes for Kiam Cummins, a young Plymouth fan who sadly passed away recently. The Hornets had a decent chance to regain the lead from a corner when Porteous met the delivery from Chakvetadze with a header that flew wide of the far post. The Hornets really should have tested the Plymouth keeper after Porteous played a lovely ball for Andrews who, instead of going for goal, crossed for Rajović and the pass was cut out. The Hornets threatened again as Martins broke into the box and played the ball back to Chakvetadze whose shot was blocked. The home side immediately broke down the other end where Whittaker had a shot blocked by Morris, but the ball rebounded to him, and he took a touch before shooting past Hamer into the opposite corner. The Hornets looked to strike back when Andrews beat a defender and ran into the box before unleashing a shot that flew just wide of the far post. Then Hardie ran on to a ball over the top, the away fans were begging for a flag, but Hamer came out to block the shot, thankfully the follow-up from Azaz was deflected out by Livermore. The resultant corner was played short and found its way to Whittaker whose shot was met by a great save from Hamer. It was the Hornets who scored next, and it was another beauty as Koné played a one-two with Chakvetadze before curling a gorgeous shot into the top corner. But the Hornets were not level for long as a quick move allowed Hardie to break forward and beat Hamer at the near post. There was five minutes of added time at the end of the half. The home side had a couple of chances to increase their lead. First, from a Watford free kick, the ball was intercepted, and the Pilgrims broke down the other end where a fantastic tackle from Andrews prevented Hardie from adding to his goal tally. Another break finished with a shot from Whittaker that was deflected wide. From the resultant corner, Azaz shot straight at Hamer, so we reached the break just a goal down after a bonkers half of football. I don’t know how the players spent the half time break, but the fans needed a lie down.
Ismaël made a change at the break bringing Asprilla on for Kayembe. The Colombian was immediately involved, playing a ball for Rajović who took a touch before taking a shot that was deflected wide. The Hornets were then caught by another quick Argyle break as Whittaker bore down on goal, thankfully his shot cleared the bar. At the other end Rajović played the ball back for Asprilla whose shot was just wide of the far post. The Hornets threatened again as Chakvetadze broke forward and found Andrews whose shot from the edge of the area flew well wide. The Hornets continued to look for the equaliser, and Morris had a great chance, but Hazard made the block. Then Andrews played the ball back for Martins whose shot flew just wide of the far post. Behind us there was a countdown to the 55th minute for Julie to have her lucky polo mint. It worked wonders as, almost immediately, Livermore played a gorgeous ball over the top for Andrews who dinked the ball over Hazard to draw the Hornets level again. The goal was just in front of us, so he ran to the front of the away stand to celebrate with the travelling faithful. The Hornets looked to take the lead with a shot from the edge of the area by Asprilla, but it cleared the bar. The first booking for the home side went to Mumba for pulling Andrews back. Chakvetadze went on another storming run but his shot from distance was caught by Hazard.
Argyle made a double substitution at this point bringing Cundle and Millar on in place of Houghton and Mumba. The home side threatened after a free kick that was played short by Whittaker, he took the return and hit a low shot that was well saved by Hamer. Plymouth then made another change with Kesler-Hayden making way for Edwards. The next chance for the Hornets came as Koné played a lovely ball for Andrews but the cross was blocked. Ismaël then made a double substitution with Chakvetadze and Koné making way for Healey and Dele-Bashiru. Tom was immediately in action playing a ball to Rajović who poked a poor effort wide of the target. The home side had a great chance to regain the lead after a free kick was taken short and Azaz unleashed a shot that needed a brilliant save from Hamer to keep it out. There were shouts for a penalty when Healey was pulled over in the box. It looked like a stonewall penalty from our vantage point behind the goal, but the referee was unimpressed. With 10 minutes to go, the home side made another change as Issaka replaced Hardie. The Hornets almost scored a fourth when a low cross from Morris was met by Scarr whose clearance went just the other side of the post. I think that we were all surprised that Ismaël’s final change was to bring Louza on in place of Andrews. It has been so long since he has played that I almost didn’t recognise him. The attendance was announced over the tannoy and they noted that there were 1459 travelling fans. It was an impressive turnout on new year’s day and I am glad to report that the travelling fans had been positive throughout and were in full voice as the game came to a close. There was five minutes of time added on during which the travelling Hornets alternated between nervously checking the clock and roaring the lads on. Hamer came to the rescue again tipping a great shot from Whittaker over the bar. From the corner Scarr headed wide of the far post. Argyle had one final chance to take all three points with a shot from distance by Gibson that cleared the bar. But the final whistle went on a three all draw that had been enjoyed by all.
The players came over to applaud us at the end of the game but couldn’t be blamed for wanting to quickly make their way to the tunnel to escape the wind and rain that had battered the stadium for the entire 90+ minutes of the game. But Ismaël came over and waved at them to come back and applaud us again.
The travelling fans were full of smiles on the way out of the ground. It had been a tremendously entertaining game. It was one of those days when you would have loved to be a neutral, but we had all enjoyed it just the same. The Hornets had generally been great going forward, although Rajović had a poor game, but we could not cope with the pace of the Plymouth forwards who seemed to break forward at will needing great last-ditch tackles and excellent saves from Hamer to keep them out. There had been some wonderful goals, with Koné’s an absolute belter. Andrews had a great game, and his goal was a thing of beauty. The nerves had been jangling at the end of the game, but there was a great atmosphere among the Watford fans, much more positive than we have seen at many games this season and they were in good voice cheering the lads on with much less of the negative chanting that I hate so much.
Special mention must go to our disabled fans who were stationed at the front of the stand where they were rained on throughout the game. They travel week in, week out often having the worst seats in the house. I admire them for their loyalty and resilience.
It was still pouring as we walked back to the station, so we were all drenched by the time that we got there, and it was a relief to remove the wet outer garments when we boarded the train (and a misery to put them back on when we reached London).
We didn’t come back with three points, but we did have a great day out and were thoroughly entertained, even if I did arrive home wondering if I would ever be dry again.
I won’t be at the next two games as I will be diving in Little Cayman, so please give the lads a cheer for me and I will be back for the trip to Bristol. Happy new year!