Matchday

ANALYSIS: There was huff, there was puff, and there was just about enough to get a point, but Swindon relied on a fair bit of good fortune, provided primarily by referee Alex Chilowicz. And while they were much more entertaining going forward, the lack of incision in the final third was again strikingly evident.

ANALYSIS: Unfortunately, put consecutively, the results and elements of the performances have compounded the sense of despondency around the County Ground. A sense of despondency which never truly dissipated after the limp tail end of last season.

The Moonraker runs the rule over the individuals performance of the Swindon Town players during their 1-0 defeat in League Two on Saturday.

ANALYSIS: Since Easter, Town have played five League Two matches on the road. They’ve won none, drawn one, lost four, have not scored and have conceded 14. It is nightmarish and disconcertingly consistent.

ANALYSIS: This is not a team built to control the ball and strangle midfield. This is a team built to withstand pressure, and deliver the ultimate sucker-punch. On Saturday, that sucker-punch came courtesy of the clinical Drinan.

ANALYSIS: Against Cheltenham alone, Billy Kirkman was involved in 12 tackles, which is only five shy of the number Bristol Rovers have managed as a team across so far this season. And he clocked six interceptions, 50 per cent more than the Barnet squad this term.

ANALYSIS: Northampton Town versus Swindon Town was uncomfortable viewing. Not for any particularly nefarious reason; it was just very hard to shake the feeling that doing almost anything else would have been a better use of a sunny Saturday afternoon.

ANALYSIS: At full-time, Ripley walked from the far end of the ground to speak to those supporters who remained in the away end. “We apologise for that fucking shit,” he said. “That was fucking shit."