‘Are you vegetarian as well? Since you met Tara or before?'
I’ve seen the future. If by ‘future’ I mean ‘the rest of the season’. We spend 90 minutes doing nothing much, with half a team of loanees, against another team who’re not doing much. Well, it will be how games go at Oakwell against teams with limited ambition. I expect we’ll get slammed by the rest.
As Wadd so wittingly said, these teams could have played for days and not eked out a goal. True, Bradshaw had one cleared off the line on the backpost (he was dragged off seconds later; wonder what Hecky woulda done had he scored?) while Davies tipped over a Preston header late on. A shame that Armstrong’s ingenuity wasn’t rewarded, a 35 yard lob went narrowly wide. Just as it was a shame that Preston weren’t awarded a nailed-on penalty in the 1st half, as one of our centre halves shoved their player over. Perhaps if they’d have bagged from the resultant pen, we’d have seen something approaching a football match.
As it was, both teams cancelled each out. This was in no small part to the mop-haired little fella in their midfield, Ben Pearson, formerly of this parish. Castigated by most other Londontykes, and I can understand why; no, not the moaning, the fouling…but the way he was head and shoulders the best player on the pitch. Everywhere the ball dropped, it dropped to him. Every pass he made, it went to Preston. And I could but admire the way he won 2 tackles in quick succession, 2nd half. As the PNE fans in the pub said: opposition fans hate him, we love him.
***Pearson Davies. Saved the day with a last minute save having had nought to do.
** Scowen. Twitter MOTM. Ran around a bit.
* No-one. Nobody else did owt.
Londontykes Top 3: |
| Grove Street school facing demolition. |
I’ve seen the future. If by ‘future’ I mean ‘the rest of the season’. We spend 90 minutes doing nothing much, with half a team of loanees, against another team who’re not doing much. Well, it will be how games go at Oakwell against teams with limited ambition. I expect we’ll get slammed by the rest.
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| The stadium of earthly delight. |
As Wadd so wittingly said, these teams could have played for days and not eked out a goal. True, Bradshaw had one cleared off the line on the backpost (he was dragged off seconds later; wonder what Hecky woulda done had he scored?) while Davies tipped over a Preston header late on. A shame that Armstrong’s ingenuity wasn’t rewarded, a 35 yard lob went narrowly wide. Just as it was a shame that Preston weren’t awarded a nailed-on penalty in the 1st half, as one of our centre halves shoved their player over. Perhaps if they’d have bagged from the resultant pen, we’d have seen something approaching a football match.
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| The Nobenders (they're alright, really) |
As it was, both teams cancelled each out. This was in no small part to the mop-haired little fella in their midfield, Ben Pearson, formerly of this parish. Castigated by most other Londontykes, and I can understand why; no, not the moaning, the fouling…but the way he was head and shoulders the best player on the pitch. Everywhere the ball dropped, it dropped to him. Every pass he made, it went to Preston. And I could but admire the way he won 2 tackles in quick succession, 2nd half. As the PNE fans in the pub said: opposition fans hate him, we love him.
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| MOTM Pearson gets a seeing to. |
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** Scowen. Twitter MOTM. Ran around a bit.
* No-one. Nobody else did owt.
1. Scowen 2. James 3. Roberts
Despatches:
Kent’s deadball distribution was terrible early doors. Then another in-swinger was so bad he nearly scored on the front post, the keeper scrambling across. 5 loanees played (6 inc Hedges, if he’s on loan). Oh well. ‘But we’ve had to sell…..’ blah blah. Oh, and my dad’s bought a new car, so having missed a couple of home games he was back for THAT. Then some pr*ck in the car park broke one of his wing mirrors, probably in the scramble for the gates (while he was in the club shop). So I could have had a worse day.
Onwards and upwards!
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| Preston panorama (courtesy of P. Hicks esq.) |
Drink du jour: Brooklyn in the Arcade, Erdinger in #7, wheat beer in Tap, vodka and orange on t’train, unfiltered something in St. Pancras. Sounds like quite a pub crawl when I read it back…
Away: 1261. They were almost as quiet as us. But I did hear them ask ‘Is this a library?’ which summed up the mood entirely.
The Damage:23 train
The Tunes:
Total Life Forever (Foals)
Friendly Fires (Friendly Fires)
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| Some shadowy figures... |
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| The programme seller. |
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| Welcome to .... |
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| The Ponty v Preston |
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| Match action |
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| Home time. |
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