Tuesday 10 March 2020

BFC 0-2 Cardiff City, Saturday 7th March 2020

‘I didn’t know that’s why they called Clive Baker ‘The cat’.

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What a week to put in the most anaemic performance of the season.
  Did nobody tell them our Championship future is on the line?  Honestly, you’d never believe we were fighting to avoid relegation.  It had end of season nothing to play for all over it.  We were pathetic.  We didn’t even manage a single shot on target.  At home.  Against Cardiff City.

Toby posing for the camera.

The only thing as bad as the players were the fans.
  Not a single chant till halfway through the second half – so it came as some surprise to hear the PA tell the Ponty End off for inappropriate chanting.  None of us heard anything from the East Stand and Jonesy said he never heard any chants from where he sits in front of the usual suspects.  Rumour has it one fool had shouted something he shouldn’t, and BFC, after the James McClean debacle, need to be seen to act.

A racist, homophobic, nationalistic home end.  Not that I heard.

One set of fans who undoubtedly did chant nasty horrible things against our dear beloved country were Cardiff City.
  But, really, it’s coming to something when Welsh people can’t chant ‘Ingerland is full of s***’.  I despair.  (On an associated note, I still wouldn’t have a problem with Cardiff joining the Welsh League, if they’re that bothered.)
I’d have certainly been irritated were I an away fan at nil-nil when we got away with MURDER.  Collins, under zero pressure, dropped a ball, their player nicked it and Collins simply took him out.  Penalty all day long, and a sending off to boot, given he made no attempt to get the ball.  The player himself would have had a tap-in to an empty net.  The officials gave a goal kick.  We looked a gift horse in the mouth and said ‘no thanks, we’re not interested.’

The Cardiff 'hordes'.

The goal was coming.
  Everyone said it, and despite its scrambling nature, was fully deserved, despite a defender (Ben Williams?) clearing it off the line initially.  And while fans started to flood out with over a quarter of the game to go, Cardiff scored a second.  I was barely aware we’d kicked off after the first, but Halme still had time to allow a through ball to curl around him for Paterson to confidently score.  That’s two goals in two games he’s been at fault for.  Who’s coaching him?  Mads?

Hope has just climbed on that gift horse and is galloping out of town. 

Onwards and upwards!
*** Sollbauer.  Calm and measured.  Official MOTM.
** Ludewig.  Defence never looked in danger (!)
No-one.  None of the rest looked interested.

Londontykes' MOTM: 
1. No-one  2. Sollbauer  3. Ludewig

Nevermind a lack of chants...0-2 sees a lack of fans in the Ponty.  Pathetic.

Despatches:

I started the day in a bad mood anyway.  I can’t remember there being so many Dirty Leeds scarves in Kings Cross as there were on Satdy.  Are they doing well?  Why do we have to share a home game with them every week?  A new nadir this time round, as we’re on a table behind a bunch of them.  Only they’ve got a soundcube and they’re playing some godawful Dirty Leeds tune of theirs on it.  Fair play, they weren’t from round these parts.  But when they played it again, I had to have a word.  A message to the effect that it’s not just us who’re not interested in hearing it.  I was rather measured, if I say so myself. 

It was a lighter mood on the way back, possibly cos we had Nice Guy Chris with us.  Especially when he found out that Clive Baker was nicknamed ‘The Cat’ because he made miaow noises when in goal!  And we’d also had a good session in the Old #7.  You can’t let BFC (or Dirty Leeds) ruin a day out.

The players?  Don’t mention them to me.  The only one outside the top 3 who looked like he was trying was Brown…and he was still garbage.  Schmidt came on with 10 mins left and I took a sweep on how many touches he’d have.  2.  One to control it, one to pass it back to the keeper.  Hapless.  Special mention to for Ritzmaier...if I was being generous, I'd say the harder he tried, the worse he got.  As Loko said, he's never seen anyone play so poorly and survive three substitutions.'  We were that bad.



The old Main Stand.

Drink du jour: Leffe, Weihenstephaner, JD and Coke

Away: 820.  Big club, Cardiff.

The Damage:

£28 train
£25 home shirt
£15 3rd strip shorts
= £68
The Tunes:
Euroleagues Podcast (BBC)
Classics (Dave Angel)
Coles Corner (Richard Hawley)



East stand panorama
Who doesn't want a BFC-Oxford half and half scarf?

Looking towards the away end.

The view from Blackfriars' Bridge, Satdy morning.

The detour to Oakwell.

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