Within minutes of coming on tonight, Lidds started a move which nearly ended up in a goal. He did this by passing the ball, 5 yards, sideways, to one of his teammates. Something which the rest of the team hadn't managed to do for a good 60 minutes. Everyone else resorted to panicky 40 yard lumps or running, like a headless chicken, down a cul-de-sac. Like Smalley did all too often.