We won the toss and kicked towards our angry
fans on a muddy wet pitch.
We had most of the possession and the fans at the back paused their arguments about 'Stand up your club is dying and you don't care'/ 'Sit down I cant see but I want to sit at the back' to sing the 'How shoite must you be we're drawing away' when they scored from a low cross from the left wing.
The arguments resumed at the back with a lot of seat swapping and one obstinate bloke kept insisting 'It's my seat and I'll stand if I want'.
They kept up more pressure with their impressive mid field cutting out most of our passing, they pressed on but our defence put their bodies and goolies on the line a few times to snuff out their attempts on goal.
Amazingly Mr Homer the Ref actually felt obliged to give us a free kick so the young chaps at the back stopped their homophobic chanting about Sam O and witnessed some scrappy head tennis and a headed goal by one of the new boys. Cue tangerine flare and us hitting the post and the goalies back and the side netting.
One each at half time, both goals against the run of play, tempers and pirotechnics still flaring.
More beer consumed and the tangerine flare fumes appearing from the bar area signaled the return of some red eyed half blinded fans to seats where they could stand or sit as they wished.
The game kicked off with T'Rovers pushing on the get the 3 points and our lads digging in.
They switched form to allow Baptiste to overlap down the wing at Dunne who somehow kept him at bay. Their attacking left them exposed with both sides firing wide a few times. Baps isn't quick at getting back as he used to be.
Arguments resumed but this time it was some old fellas at the front. T.b.h. it was hard to see because of the glare from the bald pate of the chap stood next to TAM.
They put on a fast winger King on the right wing to run at Dunne who again dealt with everything in his unconventional bambi on ice style.
We put Mcmhananaman on to make sure they didn't get the the pen they were after![[:D]](file:///C:\Users\User\AppData\Local\Temp\msohtmlclip1\01\clip_image001.gif)
, but also a
switch of Delf for Cameron to give some much needed height againt T'Rovers
giants.
The OAP's argument at the front traversed all the way to the back row with one glazed eyed apoplectic gentleman bellowing 'Nobody cares' three times.
He was wrong, we did care as the off field events were far more thrilling than the the game being slogged out on the muddy, bobbly, threadbare pitch.
They kept pushing for 3 points and looked dangerous but our lads were equally determined to protect the goal and try to sneak another on the break.
Three minutes of injury and loads of corners later we were put out of our misery and the flare ups were quenched.
p.s. it was cold and Clark put out motivated squad and Poulton Bus performed admirably as a great maestro conductor leading the fans in a SEA..SIDE OYSTON OUT chant.
We had most of the possession and the fans at the back paused their arguments about 'Stand up your club is dying and you don't care'/ 'Sit down I cant see but I want to sit at the back' to sing the 'How shoite must you be we're drawing away' when they scored from a low cross from the left wing.
The arguments resumed at the back with a lot of seat swapping and one obstinate bloke kept insisting 'It's my seat and I'll stand if I want'.
They kept up more pressure with their impressive mid field cutting out most of our passing, they pressed on but our defence put their bodies and goolies on the line a few times to snuff out their attempts on goal.
Amazingly Mr Homer the Ref actually felt obliged to give us a free kick so the young chaps at the back stopped their homophobic chanting about Sam O and witnessed some scrappy head tennis and a headed goal by one of the new boys. Cue tangerine flare and us hitting the post and the goalies back and the side netting.
One each at half time, both goals against the run of play, tempers and pirotechnics still flaring.
More beer consumed and the tangerine flare fumes appearing from the bar area signaled the return of some red eyed half blinded fans to seats where they could stand or sit as they wished.
The game kicked off with T'Rovers pushing on the get the 3 points and our lads digging in.
They switched form to allow Baptiste to overlap down the wing at Dunne who somehow kept him at bay. Their attacking left them exposed with both sides firing wide a few times. Baps isn't quick at getting back as he used to be.
Arguments resumed but this time it was some old fellas at the front. T.b.h. it was hard to see because of the glare from the bald pate of the chap stood next to TAM.
They put on a fast winger King on the right wing to run at Dunne who again dealt with everything in his unconventional bambi on ice style.
We put Mcmhananaman on to make sure they didn't get the the pen they were after
, but also a
switch of Delf for Cameron to give some much needed height againt T'Rovers
giants.The OAP's argument at the front traversed all the way to the back row with one glazed eyed apoplectic gentleman bellowing 'Nobody cares' three times.
He was wrong, we did care as the off field events were far more thrilling than the the game being slogged out on the muddy, bobbly, threadbare pitch.
They kept pushing for 3 points and looked dangerous but our lads were equally determined to protect the goal and try to sneak another on the break.
Three minutes of injury and loads of corners later we were put out of our misery and the flare ups were quenched.
p.s. it was cold and Clark put out motivated squad and Poulton Bus performed admirably as a great maestro conductor leading the fans in a SEA..SIDE OYSTON OUT chant.
