Burton 0 Torquay 2

The last time we lost to Torquay we won this trophy!

A workman-like performance from Torquay ensured they came away from the "Rubberdome" with all three points against a Burton side who huffed and puffed but were ultimately left pig-sick.

Torquay, promoted from non-league last season via the play-offs and the venue for Burton famously lifting the Conference Champions Trophy back in April, have a habit of churning-out wins against us and tonight was no exception.
Burton fielded an unchanged side and Congolese International Jacques Maghoma ("What's that coming over the hill, is it Maghoma? Is it Maghoma?") was influential in midfield, tricksy and tenacious, he created chances early on for Greg Pearson and Shaun Harrad, but the final product was sadly lacking.
Torquay were certainly made of sterner stuff than Morecambe and pressed hard to take a two-goal lead in the first half; both in the scramble after set pieces where Burton cleared the first and second ball (How many balls are there?), but fell asleep for the subsequent hopeful punts towards Artur Krusiek's goal.
Second half, Torquay put 11 men and the tea-lady behind the ball, cleared everything we could throw at them into row Z and even the star quality of Jimmy Phillips ("Jimmy, Jimmy, Oh Jimmy P, score a goal for me!" ) couldn't get behind the defence and we finished with 5 up front, all hopelessly hitting long efforts at goal.
Jimmy P takes on the Torquay defence.
Once again, Peschisolido ("Peski-Soh-Lee-Doh!") doesn't appear to understand the concept of defending from midfield and whilst having so many attack-minded players on the pitch can make for an exciting game, we were always likely to get undone by not defending "the hole".
Most of 2,670 went away disappointed but not heart-broken. Away at Lincoln on Saturday. Ah the heady heights of "proper" football.