WRETCHED. There really is no other way to describe a match devoid of incident, quality or any hint of excitement.
Goals? Not likely. Shots? Look elsewhere. These two could have played until next Saturday and not managed a meaningful effort on target, let alone fi nd the back of the net. The sight of Jon Dadi Bodvarsson, clean through in the fi nal minute, blasting a ‘chip’ into the upper reaches of the stand summed up the dross.
Millwall, at least, can point to an attritional away point that keeps them within touching distance of the top six. But what of Wedne...