Coca Cola Championship
Saturday April 25th  
   
Queens Park Rangers 0
Plymouth Argyle 0
   
   
   
   
Team Line Up
   
         
24. Radek Cerny
6. Mikele Leigterwood
13. Kaspars Gorkks
3. Damien Stewart
16. Matthew Connolly
           
7. Wayne Routledge
 
18. Liam Miller
4. Gavin Mahon (c)
 
17. Lee Cook
 
15. Peter Ramage
 
18. Angelo Balanta
         
11. Patrick Agyemang
27. Heider Helguson
 
32. Antonio German
 
Substitutes  

Rangers last home game of the season and it was quite fitting that a disappointing season at home went out with a whimper as Rangers struggled to a 0-0 draw with relegation threatened Plymouth.

Ainsworth made changes opting for Leigterwood at right back whilst giving a chance to Liam Miller in midfield with Patrick Agyemang returning from injury up front.

The game though was dire with neither side showing much attacking ambition. "Absolutely crap" was the verdict of my dad on the phone after the game and little I've read since seems to disagree with that.

Here are some reports from the QPR Yahoo Mailing List

Tracy Stent

What the hell was all that about today? I cannot put into words just how bad that was this afternoon. The game was so boring I wished I had taken the book I'm currently reading with me. The players in general looked totally disinterested (bar Routledge and Balanta when he came on).. The atmosphere was very poor and afterwards was just plain embarrassing.

Hardly anyone in south africa road stayed to watch the players come out for the lap of honour. The paddocks were almost as bad which just left the loft and ellerslie, which themselves were three quarters empty. I have never known such a drab end of season lap in all the years I have been gong to Rangers, even when we have been deep in the mire. The message to the club was clear.

My oh my. What a contrast to this time last year at the WBA game when we were being promised a new era. Just thinking about it all is enough to make my blood boil.

The poor souls at the player of the year event who paid substantial amounts for their tickets face the prospect tonight of the club's top scorer not being there because we loaned him out to a fellow championship club that are currently scrapping for their survival in this league, with said club having played at Blackpool today so doubtful he'll be able to make it back in time. And to make it worse, said player scoring again for his loan club (now on 15 goals this season, but hey, he's not good enough apparently). Oh, and no manager for the fans at the event tonight to talk to either about our prospects for next season.

And the hierachy wonder why some of us are refusing to renew our extortionate priced season tickets!

Looking forward to Preston however (even though they now have it all to play for next Sunday after they beat Brum this evening), as away games are better away from all the nonsense at LR.

Tony Johnson

Quite right Trace, an abysmal game between two abysmal sides, of which we were the worst. The Plymouth keeper never made one save as far as I can remember. It was so bad that the referee was booed when he made us endure a further four minutes of injury time. I will certainly not be renewing my season ticket until I see some evidence that the board are prepared to improve the quality of the attacking part of our team. And I certainly won't even bother to attend if matches next year continue to be as abysmal as today's game - a complete waste of time which I could have easily found better things to do with.

Peter Gridneff

Grim doesn't do today justice

No aptitude
No drive
No aggresion
No desire

I left at the final whistle first time I have ever done that on the final home game. Struggled to get out as everyone else was leaving as well. I am suprised to hear there was even a quarter of the loft still there for the lap of honour.

Strangely just before the non streaking girl ran on I had drifted back in time I was looking at a young chap in the front of the lower loft and remembering how I felt 33 years ago almost to the day when I had stood in the same place almost crushed to oblivion and inching my way into position I'm readiness for that crazy surge onto the pitch at the final whistle against Leeds I was 14 and excited beyond reason with the very real likelyhood that we had won the league. The lad I saw today appeared bored stiff and who can blame him.