BFC 0-2 Dirty Leeds, Sunday 15th September 2019

‘My real name’s Jason.’

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Three of my least favourite things in life, South Yorkshire Police, train franchises and Dirty Leeds all came together in a beautiful late summer Sunday at t’well.  Firstly, SYP.  The fixtures come out, the Londontykes give it 3 weeks for Sky to announce their fixtures…we buy our train tickets…and the very next day SYP switches Dirty Leeds to a Sunday.  Some rubbish about lacking the resources to police both the St. Ledger and a football match at the same time.  Fine – re-schedule the football.  But why wait 3 weeks?  The date of the St. Ledger is more or less cast in stone; SYP could have moved this fixture to Sunday in JUNE when they were first announced.  So there was £30 down the drain (actually, £210 of rail tickets, there were 7 of us).  Also, as well as SYP’s ability to write themselves a blank cheque with regards to football policing (the Sheffield derby was Britain’s most expensive game to police last year, outstripping Rangers-Celtic, Man U-Liverpool, etc), they also get to tell us we can only sell 4,200 tickets to away fans.  There’s 1,800 potential £39s we’ve missed out on.  (I don’t know how much we robbed Leeds today; presumably what they’re robbing us of later this season.)  Oh, and after a pint in the Old #7 after the game, I got the train back…which was full of Washday coming back from Huddersfield.  Superb timing all round.  And SSW had scored (tw*t).

Redfearn's new location...the Fanzone.

Rail companies.  How do we, the gullible public, allow them to get away with it?  Tickets bought a considerable time in advance are all either non or part-refundable.  With the fees charged for changing our tickets, it wasn’t worth doing.  Criminal.  So 3 of the boys faced driving up early Sunday (one of whom looked very ill after a Quireboys gig; was it the music?), a couple didn’t make it at all, Loko arranged to be up in Yorkshire….and I took advantage of one of the tickets to go up Saturday (returning to London in style on a Megabus).  Can’t the government do something about this?  Oh, they’re busy with something else…

The teams line up.

Dirty Leeds.  They came, they saw, they beat us.  Ba5tards.  In brief, a very decent performance from us saw us lose to a free kick and a (debatable) penalty.  But DL look a quality side (in this division).  Attacking at pace, they destroyed our fullbacks time and time again (not that Cavare was ever there; a give and go and he was lost.)  There were some tremendous individual performances from the boys in red, but Leeds’ rapier attacks down the flanks were always going to cost us.  So it was such a shame to concede on our own mistake…

Dirty Leeds score...and still their fans manage to have a fight.

Another away attack was half-cleared to (Magic) Mamadou.  He’s facing our goal and ‘controls’ the ball 10 yards, losing possession and fouling their player on the apex of the box.  Brilliant.  Still, it’s nice to see a substitute make his mark.  It’s ok tho – as long as Leeds punt it into the middle, our centre halves will do what they’ve done all day long, power it away.  The danger was if the ball was put elsewhere; a bit of movement and DL would be in, as they were at the end of the 1^st half, when they lost our man at the front post, flicked it on, and a geezer at the backpost cannoned it off the post when he should have done better.  Yes, we’re ok as long as the opposition don’t move.  They did.  Ball to back post, tap-in, 0-1.  Dunno who lost his man, but Sibbick appeared closest.

Those Dirty Leeds in full.

So we had 7 mins plus injury time to get back in, and fair dues, we went straight down the right wing with a promising attack.  Story of the match, really, the game going one way then the other, with Leeds looking likeliest.  But we had our moments.  Wilks surged from the halfway line, stripped 2 players for pace and ended up clean through on the keeper from an angle, the effort smothered.  We had a couple of free headers from corners (missed) and Cauley had a long-ranger tipped around the post.  We certainly deserved a goal from our efforts. 

Match action in front of the Ponty.

Then, the most controversial, I think at 0-1.  A scramble from a corner and we turn it goalwards.  The keeper twists and turns and pulls off an amazing save.  Linesman tho calls it offside – photos I’ve seen appear to prove otherwise.  Earlier in the second half, they gave it to us in their half, the keeper was 12 yards off his line…but Wilks elected to run in and blast it into the sidenetting; intelligence and vision and the lob was on.  Still, the best chance of all fell to us early in the match, Thomas, clean through, put the ball too close to the keeper from 10 yards.  If only these chances had fallen to Cauley…

Media darling Bielsa...and his bucket.

This is obviously to ignore all of their chances.  And as we piled men forward, they hit us on the break again, a ball through ending with their bloke falling to the floor.  The away fans appeal.  The ref looks at it.  The ref looks at it some more.  The linesman gives nothing.  So the ref eventually points to the spot.  The crushing inevitability of it all.  It didn’t matter that it looked like there was no contact; the Dirty Leeds fella had gone down.  But that delay.  What does he think it is?  Cricket?  Halme, given out (LBW).  The penalty is calmly stroked low into the bottom corner while Collins goes the other way.  0-2 in the 90^th minute, our ‘loyal’ fans stream to the exits.  Embarrassing.

Loyal to the end...fans stream out.

So, it was all about what-might-have-beens, but make no mistake, we lost to a good team.  Leeds’ pace on the counter is frightening and they could have had 4 or 5 were it not for a mixture of good goalkeeping, good defending (in the centre) and good fortune.  But all was to come to nought, thanks to one bit of ‘magic’ from Mamadou.  Dammit.

*** Halme.  Stood out at centre half, winning everything, finding players with passes. 

** Sibbick.  Outstanding 1^st half, winning tackle after tackle, breaking up away attacks, and having the coolness and composure to look up and find his man (even when in his own box).  A bit quieter 2^nd half, possibly cos of the cheap booking he received – their guy cut inside him on the halfway line and he tripped him.  If that’s a booking, I’d love the ref to explain why their right winger avoided being carded with his fouls.

* Collins.  Safe hands on crosses, safe feet on kicking and a couple of excellent saves, including a one-on-one.

Londontykes' MOTM: 1. Sibbick  2. Halme  3. Brown

Oh well - onwards and upwards!

The pen awaits despatch.

Despatches:
Dmitri Cavare.  My God.  From being MOTM at Wigan, he was ABYSMAL today.  I appreciate Leeds are pacey, but if all you have to do is play a one-two and run past him…Christ.  That’s when he wasn’t simply stood still while a ball gets played behind him.  One of the worst fullback performances I’ve EVER seen.  Course, with Jordan Williams back, we could play him – and we do, at LEFT back.  He had similar problems, but at least didn’t give the ball away as much as Cavare (I forgot to mention that.  His distribution was bloody awful too.)  How does this make Penniless feel?  3^rd choice left back to Ben Williams and a right back.  Though he was brought on later, to save Jordan further pain.  Mads was excellent at centre half, but he had to be.  In midfield, the big story was the return of Jacob Brown, and he too was outstanding in the 1^st half before tiring and being subbed.  Mowatt played well, generally finding his own man, while Wilks impressed me too.  Maybe a point to prove against his previous employers?  Let’s hope it’s the start of something, cos he was poor at Wigan and I’ve not heard anyone say anything positive about him yet.  Thomas allegedly played, but I never saw him.  Did anyone?  Brought off for Thiam.  That worked.  Woodrow put the hard yards in, held it up and was always looking for the shot, but, really, he needs some support.  Subs Penniless and Bahre made no difference.  Indeed, it was still scoreless till our subs came on – and their sub, Eddie Nketiah of Arsenal.

One advantage of limiting the seating...DL can put their flags out.

What do I think of our chances this season?  It’s a difficult one.  We played well at Wigan (0-0) and well today (0-2).  But poor teams do play well (and lose).  If I was a betting man, I’d say we’re in big, big trouble.  We have one centre forward and not one with a track record of completing a season.  Also, cheers to Nozzer for putting me up (putting up with me?)  We had a pootle into the countryside Satdy, to see Penistone Church (FC – I’m not going anywhere to see a church!)  Entertaining it was too, 2-1 v Goole, the woodwork hit 3 times and a fat balding centre forward scoring a goal.  If he’s a footballer, I’m not retiring yet.
We went down early to Oakwell, and it was great to sample the fanzone.  Well done to Hicksy, Gally, Loko, et al.  Possibly not too busy this week due to the early start, but I wasn’t complaining – we could get served!

The view from inside the Fanzone.

Drink du jour: Punk IPA at the Fanzone.  The advantage of it being run by lads who actually know summat about beer.

Away: 4,200.  They were a bit subdued compared to norm as well.  Good.

The Damage:
£30 train
£6.53 Megabus
£3 programme
£45 3rd shirt
£45 away shirt
£10  home socks
= £139.53 (!!)

The Tunes:
Ma’at Mama (Ursula Rucker)
Supa Sister (Ursula Rucker)
Silver or Lead (Ursula Rucker)
Barbed Wire Kisses (Jesus and Mary Chain)

East Stand panorama v Dirty Leeds

Ponty panorama v Dirty Leeds (cheers Jonesy)

One of the Redfearns team in his new anti-fascist Clapton CCFC shirt

BFC 0-2 Dirty Leeds, Saturday 25th November 2017

‘We’re f***ing s***, we’re f***ing s***, we’re f***ing s***'

Welcome to...Oakwell and the Sky lorry.

I am cold. I am frustrated.  I am depressed.  It must be November and I must be at a home game at Oakwell, as we fail to win again.  I blame physiology myself.  Our players simply aren’t cut out for anything other than 3pm on a Saturday, our capitulations in live games v Dirty Leeds and Villa proving this season; but hang on, we don’t win 3pm games at Oakwell either.  Another theory goes the way of the rest.  Personally, I knew we were going to lose when a lady came out of the toilet on the train and wiped her feet on the carpet.  Never a good omen.  Slacki sent a Whatsapp message; he’s recording it, so don’t spoil it for him.  I told him we were two down after 20 minutes.  2 hours before the match even kicked off.  I was only 29 minutes out, as Dirty Leeds bagged the crucial 2^nd 4 minutes into 1^st half injury time.  Drat.  (An understatement.)

The Super Reds line up.

And it all started so well.  Actually, I don’t even remember it starting averagely.  We were played off the park from start to finish in the 1^st half as DL pressed high up the pitch with 3 players and had two more in back-up in our own half.  We simply didn’t have the ability to pass it around them.  Think the Super Reds under that magical spell under Flitcroft when we did the same to others.  Would we start missing our players out and going long?  Well, on the rare occasion we did, a DL centre half simply strode across, headed it back and we were under pressure again.  It was one of the most dispiriting halves of football from the Reds in a long while, and against this set of Jimmy Savile-loving reprobates as well.  Not happy

Dirty Leeds.

The one bright spark to our day was going via Sheffield, so a chance to sample an ale in the Tap, which turned into two when our train was cancelled.  Great.  We stood up all the way to Londontown.  Good job we’re athletes.  Still, the journey always goes faster when there’s plenty to moan about – and there was plenty to moan about.

We went behind when DL picked up a ball in our half (Williams the wrong side) and was allowed to stride 15 yards unchallenged before firing home low to the keeper’s right, classic Redfearn.  Why the centre halves stood back and let him please himself, I’ve no idea.  As for Davies, what’s he doing? Trying to scoop it clear?  JUST BLOCK THE THING, MAN.  Poor all round from our point of view.

Idiot Corner blocked off this season.

Thereafter, it’s all a bit scrappy, but there’s some light as a scuffle ends in Barnes and their fullback being booked.  Brilliant. Barnes will skin him, get the bloke a 2^nd yellow and we’re in this game.  Only the opposite happens, and Barnes escapes a blatant early bath when the ref takes pity and doesn’t book him for a blatant tug.  This leads directly to their 2^nd, as Barnes pulls out of fouling their man for fear of being sent off and the ball runs to another DL who hits a triffic strike into the far corner with his left.  Christ. Just as I was thinking we could limp to half time and have Hecky change things for the 2nd half.

The Ponty v DL.

Hecky does change it at half time: Barnes is off, before he’s sent off.  All hope evaporates.  Who else is going to set something up?  DL are put through and nearly score a 3^rd.  We never look like bagging and send on Ugbo.  We never look like bagging and we send on Hedges.  We must be desperate.  However, this week the left-footed one is played on the LEFT and looks a world beater, whipping in two glorious low balls across the box and beating a couple of players for our only decent effort on target.  I don’t know how one cross didn’t end up a goal, with the defender shinning it over the bar from 4 yards.  At least there was some entertainment to be had, but too little too late.  At least the early kick off allowed me to get back to London for a party.  Silver clouds and all that.

DL defend a corner.  (We had a corner?)

*** Hedges.  Fabulous cameo. ** No-one.
* No-one.

Twitter MOTM: Hammill

Londontykes' MOTM:  1. Hedges  2. No-one  3. No-one.

Despatches:
Absolutely nobody else came out with any credit, Hecky included.  It was going wrong from the start.  Be bold.  Make a raft of subs, change the formation, anything.  Don’t wait for the inevitable, followed up by its sequel.  Two down it was effectively game over.
As my dad said, none of our players would have made Leeds’ team today.  Everyone was tragic in their own way.  Davies could have done better for the 1^st and his kicking and throwing were back to their woeful worst.  Yiadom kept overrunning the ball in taking players on.  Fryers’ deadballs were just that. Williams made a few tackles, but continued his record of giving the ball away.  Hammill was the Twitter MOTM, possibly for one blocked shot.  Lindsay and MacDonald looked like strangers, while the former suddenly decides he wants to play it short all day when, for once, the ball needs to be hoofed. Bradshaw was Bradshaw (I can smell that money now.  He’s never gonna get 12 by Xmas at this rate.)  Barnes did beat a player, but as mentioned, was an accident waiting to happen.  Potts was anonymous, or as anonymous as a 6ft 3 blond can be.  And talking of Moncur, he was so invisible Reedy and I hadn’t realised he was taken off.  Mind, it wouldn’t have mattered had we had a dozen players on the pitch.  And that Gardner bloke.  Christ.  Have I seen a worse footballer in a Reds shirt? It was pitiful and all in front of the nation too, courtesy of Sky (tho I’m not sure how many would tune in for this.)  So at least we got paid (big?) bucks for a game destined for a lunchtime kick-off anyway.  Hopefully it paid for all the police who were there today, there were dozens of them, including some from Scouseland. 

Police vans as far as the eye can see.

Finally, great to see Cardiac Jones back in action after his health scares.  He wasn’t drinking neither, which was handy, cos he made the run up the hill in Sheffield for the booze.  But I can’t help feeling his resistance to temptation was somewhat undone by his diet on the way back: Ham sarnie with lashings of butter, cheese crisps and a pork pie washed down with a walnut whip.  The meal of champions.  I give him two months.

Onwards and upwards!

Away: 4.530.  And at least they didn’t crow too much.  The atmosphere was a bit muted all round once they scored.  Job done, I guess.

Drink du jour: Weihenstepaner in the Tap and Erdinger on the train.  I wasn’t allowed to arrive in London too hammered.

The Damage:
£24 train

The Tunes:
Until the Hunter (Hope Sandoval and the Warm Inventions)
Slowdive (Slowdive)
Claustrophobia (Scuba)

Panorama from the Ponty.

Panorama from the East Stand.

BFC 3-2 Dirty Leeds, Saturday 21st January 2017

‘Hot tubs for Oakwell!’

Heaven is but a few steps away...

You f***ing Reds!  What a game, what a team.  Rumours of our demise have been greatly exaggerated.  So what if Villa want Hourihane and Bree? So what if Burnley want Roberts?  So what if you can argue a case for Davies, McDonald, Scowen or Watkins leaving?  So what if Sammy Winnall (Winnowt, courtesy of Redfearns) has signed for adorable local pub side ‘Sheffield Wednesday’ (ridiculous name)?  

Super Sammy Winnowt.  Dead to us.

Tonite it’s the turn of Dirty Leeds.  And my first wonderment is in the kick off time. Every year (seemingly) we’re forced to play against Washday or the Blunts at HOME, it’s virtually a midday KO.  So against DL, live on STV (Sky, rather than Scottish, Television) it’s 17:30.  Enough time for both sides to get outrageously drunk and up for a fight.  We arrive early to Barnsley and take up the offer of meat and potato pie and mushy peas (with sides of onion and gravy, as opposed to onion gravy) at Chez Jones.  I bet they regret the offer of last week.  For future invitations, you can’t go too far wrong if you offer me pie and peas, followed by rhubarb and custard (nana na naaaa, nana na naaaaa, na na na na naaaaa).  Just saying.  (FYI, that was meant to be the tune to kids TV show Rhubarb and Custard.)

Those loveable huggables L**ds must be in town.

After weeks of speculation, my mate lets me down and I have a spare train and season ticket.  So, after telling one interested party to f*** off, it's taken (I was more polite than that, but I might as well have done), what could be simpler than 'Meet me outside the club shop between 17:15-17:20 for a half five kick off?'  Well, obviously, it’s too much for one Reds fan, whose perspective on where to meet involves the steps outside Redfearns.  I realise this is all my fault:  ‘outside the club shop’ involves 99.999999999999999% of the known universe.  But I am majorly annoyed, given I had to tell someone else the ST was taken. Needless to say, I am doing nowt ever again for the tw*t who let me down.  He has f***ing annoyed me enough and thus why I am putting it in writing.

The teams come out.

So I had the pleasure of sitting in the Ponty myself.  The advantages of not having to sit in the East lower, courtesy of an immobile father, suited me fine (though he was mobile enough to write his car off in the fog, so he’s stranded in County Durham till he buys a new car).  Master Jones invited me to sit with him, meaning I was in the right hand side (looking at the pitch) where the atmosphere is - as opposed to those on the left who sit on their hands moaning at Hammill not scoring every 5 minutes (you know who you are).  It was buzzing.

Toby whips up the crowd.

And after half an hour or so of relative pressure from us…we get done on the break.  Having survived a 3 on 2, we breathe the sigh of relief of a corner, only for ex-Reds loanee Chris Wood to bundle home from the resultant cross.  Howthehell do you let a big burly bloke with c18 goals this season, trundle one in off his shin?  Well, McDonald’s failure to mark and our (Heckingbottom’s?) unwillingness to stick a man on the post were big parts.  Poor, Barnsley, very poor.

The old Main Stand.

This is the cue for all hell to break loose.  I ‘m not quite sure myself how many fights suddenly broke out (Dirty Leeds in our ends) but while I’m intrigued by passion breaking out in the East Lower, a furore climbs up our own steps; some well built teenager is getting tw*tted from all angles as he staggers up towards the exit.  Thank God (for him) that A. Jones, schoolteacher, hardman, profferer of fair play, steps in between the punches to literally drag this kid up 10 steps and out the exit, for his own safety.  While stewards stand around wondering why they’re being paid, Andy tells a couple of them to pack this kid out of the ground before he’s taught exactly why a Dirty Leeds fan shouldn’t be in the Ponty.  

In the East Lower (Ponty End) a larger fight is breaking out, while Idiot Corner (away end/East Lower) waits for us to score before it kicks off.  Loko has missed a treat again.  (FYI, Andy is rightfully more p***ed off about the effect this has on one young girl whose father takes her out, in tears.)  I’m of different stock and of a different era and I don’t have kids; I remember the blood on the streets of Barnsley when Newcastle visited in 81/82 and I do remember shouting abuse at them even then (if you want to picture it, I must have been somewhere near Benj Harrals, while they were on the opposite side.  God, I hate ‘em.)  But I know Andy is right.  This is deplorable.  But I’m torn.  Let’s imagine this kid has a right to see a football match.  He still needs to know better than to be supporting DL from the Ponty.  And no he wasn’t ‘disabled’ as someone thought.  He was all over the place cos of the punches raining down on him.  I’ve been in the home end at Swillsborough.  And Burnley.  And Sunderland.  And Huddersfield.  That could have been any one of us. I don’t know how he got that far up the steps, but well done Andy, who was on the end of the row, and could make that difference.

Tempers flare in Idiot Corner.

Oh yes, there was a match.  DL push on and they nearly nick a second from another corner – the Everton loan guy this time standing on the line to clear (FYI: don’t listen to Waddington telling you it’s a waste of time having a man on the post).  At 0-2 we would be facing MAJOR SH*T.  So, as we contemplate hanging on for 0-1 at half time, up pops Bradshaw to nod in from an innocuous cross.  (Winnall woulda scored two from that)  We is very happy.  We’d have been even happier had a McDonald header from a corner a minute later been on target, but one-all, half-time, mustn’t grumble.  WE ARE IN THIS F***ING GAME.

2^nd half, and we’re winning 3-1 B4 you knows it (I’m down with the kids).  3 mins in and a cross ball to the left and Armstrong turns his man and hits it early with his left across former England uselessness Rob Green.  Only, no, it’s not Armstrong, it’s Kent.  Christ, he’s been hiding that for 5 months.  We try not to jump around and shout f*** off f*** off f*** off in the general direction of the away end.  We fail.

We all love Raymond Kent!

Another 5 ins or so and we have a free kick on the edge of the box.  Houri-Houri-Houri-hane lines one up, before knocking a short one and curling a beauty into the top corner from 20 yards.  Conor: your mission here is done.  You may leave with our best wishes and good luck on your future endeavours (as long as it’s not with Washday or DL).  It’s a corker.  To think, I still remember THAT free kick at Swindon a year or 2 ago, bobbling out of the exit as we slumped to yet another 3^rd division defeat.  Respect.

What happened next?  (Clue: it's a free kick from Hourihane.)

We are in danger of running riot at this point and someone realises this is not good for TV.  Leeds United are a major force in English football and really ought to be in the Premiership/Intergalactic Entrepreneurialship This Is All Ours League Two: a hopeful punt forward has one of theirs head the ball against Roberts.   ‘Handball’ cry the away end.  The ref is nigh on 40 yards away (I exaggerate: 35) but he can spot a deliberate attempt to stop a big team player scoring against Little Old Barnsley, from there. Penalty.  It becomes farcical when one considers it’s a) not even in the box and b) we’re being reffed by a ‘Premiership Referee’ (Mike Dean).  Wood slots again.  I still hate him.  (Wood.) Dean has allegedly been dropped to the Championship after some Premiership error or other.  So what division will he be in next week?  Conference North?

Penalty: C. Wood  Assist: M. Dean

(At this point in the report I went to the kitchen for food, only to find my two pockets full of what I presume were Quavers;  this might be f***ing hilarious to my travelling colleagues, but I really am adverse to cheese, and probably even more so to cheese substitute, which smells even worse.  Would you put meat in Selwood’s pocket (ooh-err)?  Would you desecrate our Muslim contingent by stuffing their pockets with pigs’ trotters?  You would? Ok, fair enough then.  Morons.)

We have half a half to brazen this one out.  And we manage it, with relative ease.  OK, the highlights will show Roofe putting it wide on the back post.  But they won’t show the break wot led to it: Kent beating 2 players before being tripped over, the ref turning around at the wrong moment to miss it, while the linesman is obviously under instruction not to give owt the ref doesn’t see (see earlier).  Nor the drive into the box from Armstrong which was met by a body check, rather than tackle, for a fortnight running.  Why is it not a foul if he’s small and quick?  About the only one the ref got right was when one of ours (Scowen?) got lumped into the box and he gave a free kick on the edge.  This isn’t the Premiership – it’s not where you LAND wot counts.

The Super Super Reds come to take their ovation.

*** Hourihane.  Whythehellnot? Official MOTM and a blinding free kick seems the perfect send off to me.  Here’s to you, Conor Hourihane, Barnsley loves you more than you will know…
** Bree.  Quick, take that 4 mill.  Do we have some kind of right back factory line down at t’Well?  (Stones,,,Holgate…Reece Brown  Bree)
* Kent.  Whythehellnot?  Didn’t think he had it in him.  Proved Hecky knows more than me and Andy combined.  (‘Why’s he not starting with Hamill?’)

Londontykes' MOTM:

1. Hourihane
2. Scowen
3. Kent
Despatches:
Them pie and peas at the Joneses.  I vote we change ALL our home kick offs to 5:30.  Cracking food, more drinking time, a buzzing (midweek) atmosphere under the lights.  Davies barely made a save, but kept his kicks on the pitch (why’s it always one or the other?).  McDonald was solid apart from the 1^st.  Roberts was awesome, esp 2^nd half.  The Everton bloke came in at left back (as predicted pre-match by yours truly; Aidey White really hasn’t cut it upon his return).  He was ace.  ‘Hecky, sign him up’ etc.  If only twas so simple!  Scowen was tremendous, winning every 40-60.  Bradshaw was a bit anonymous, till he scored (the new Winnall!) while Hamill came on to do what he does best: frustrate the opposition down by the corner flag when we’re winning.  

The view from the Ponty.

Drink du jour: wine and beer, oh dear.  So red wine in Staincross (Mapplewell?) followed by wheat beer in the Old #7 and JD and coke on the way home.  Rock and roll!!!!!

Away: 5,200.  A sell out, but it seems DL can’t be trusted, they weren’t quite given the allocation The Mags were. Which says it all: less trusted than Newcastle fans.
We all hate Leeds scum, we all hate Leeds scum….etc

The Damage:
c40 train (inc earlier tickets we had to cancel cos match was re-arranged)5 taxi
2 fanzine
3.50 prog (ironically, after refusing to pay £3.50 at Fulham, I found myself buying a celebratory ‘Mr Barnsley’ one for same a week later.)
= c£50

Dear BFC
I know it’s only January, but I find it quite disheartening that I cannot purchase of a home shirt (size: medium) nor a pair of those stripey home socks.  And don’t gimme sh*t that I’ve had all season to buy these things; I have never seen a home shirt in stock in the half dozen or so times I’ve bothered to look.  So today I wore my ‘Pelada’.  Only you won’t know what I’m on about cos you’re only in the here and now and have no idea about our history.
Yours
A. Potential-Consumer

The Tunes:
Dimension Intrusion (FUSE)
The Race for Space (Public Service Broadcasting)

Me and Jonesy snapped off t'telly.

PS Little Lee Johnson.  Ha ha ha ha ha haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.  ‘Rebuilding phase’.  My God you are such a crock of sh*t, Lee.  And people fall for it.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/sport/football/38704934

"The Championship was never going to be easy - we are in a rebuilding phase.

"We spoke at the start of the season about history makers and it was supposed to be positive - not bad history.

"We've got to make sure we make history in positive ways and we can still do that this year. We need to fight our way back up the table. I believe that we can."

PMSL.  Keep it up, Little |Lee, keep it up.