BFC 2-1 Derby County, Saturday 24th February 2024

‘It looks like chicken fat.’

Finally, a use for that 13 million pound bridge…to bait (big club) away fans below, after their side have just had their trousers pulled down and their bare botties spanked by little old Barnsley! Anyway, post-match, hundreds of Reds fans hung over the sides, police powerless, to wish their Derby brethren well on their travels (gestures may have been exchanged). I pity the poor Londontykes who had to share trains with the hundreds of Derby heading in the same direction – or did they cunningly make tracks and get that train before the main throng?

Yes, another fine day, another fine victory…probably the best yet this season. In a must-win game (if we’re to finish top 2) and a must-not-lose game for Derby (protecting their top 2 status) WE WON. And deservedly too, which is not what I’ve often said this season. For once, that narrow 2-1 victory was THE LEAST we deserved after dominating throughout. I heard someone say ‘only one side was trying to play football and that was us.’ I’d say Derby were TRYING, but for a side who were/are 2nd in the league, they were strangely lacking in the ability to put a pass together in our half. They reminded me very much of Washday last season, relying on a left footed veteran (Hourihane) delivering deadballs in hope rather than expectation.

Still, they went one nil up. Of course they did. We’d been warned, as Cadden headed off the line for a corner. No matter, we let the Rams have a completely free header from the resultant deadball, though how it crawled through a crowd of players before a late-sighted lunge from Cadden failed to clear, I’ll never know. I thought the idea of bringing in a 6ft 5 centre half was that we’d never concede this kind of goal EVER AGAIN. Mind, I noticed Derby marked the keeper throughout on corners. Why don’t we do that (if it’s one of those refs who allow it)?

Ah, the ref. I bumped into Darryl (loudest person in the world) at full-time. He was proper laying into the supply. (If you hadn’t kept up, Derby moaned on that the original ref, one of the Madleys – I forget which...Andy? – used to play junior football for the Reds, therefore was going to be entirely biased in our favour. I could have argued the opposite, since we rejected him at 16 and presumably killed his chances of ever being a professional footballer, but there it is). Anyway, Madley was replaced late by the supply teacher, who performed admirably, annoying both sets of fans. Reedy is still probably raging at Derby being allowed to take a free kick for offside inside OUR half...but for me, this was just evidence of what Derby (Hourihane) had been doing throughout...pinching 10 yards for every free kick. I’ve since read that Derby felt we got away with timewasting once we were 2-1 up. Did we? Our keeper was carded for taking less than half the time their keeper took to take a deadball 1st half (was the ref unaware the Rams would happily take a point, if not 3?).

Thankfully, we were on level terms just after the half hour when Phillips was given time and space on the edge of their box to control a ball 6 yards, let it bounce, then crash it into the far corner. BOOM. Appalling defending (just saying). If you want a comparison, look at how we conceded at home to Exeter, as a poor headed clearance ended with Aitchison scoring. Credit to Phillips for the actual finish though.

Ah, Phillips. It must be true what these environmentalists have been saying. Early Springs, warm Winters...the wildlife are confused. And so it is, that after 3 months of hibernation, Adam has spring from his hiding place (leafage, under a hedge, somewhere in Wombwell?) to set fire to this promotion race in February. Two games in a row he’s bagged 2 to bring us from behind to win. And 2 games in a row he’s scored the same goal, flicking on a header from a set piece (this week a corner, Leyton Orient a free kick). While they all mark space or the big lads, Phillips ghosts in to flick home. I suspect we won’t get away with it next match.

That still left half an hour or so (9 mins injury time!) and with Pines becoming more confident with what his feet could do, the only danger was Cadden’s inability to defend one-on-one situations down the left. He only got beaten 3 times (by a simple ‘knock it past him and run on to it’) before being hauled (O’Keefe on to the right, Jordan switching to the left). Mind, we still had the spectacle of their keeper coming up for a corner. I love a keeper coming up for a corner, even if it’s Derby. Ball cleared, we’re 3 on 2 into an open net. Cotter runs to the halfway line, and tries kicking it 50 yards. It gets 30, but no worries, here’s Cosgrove to control it and lift it into an empty net. Sorry, here’s Cosgrove to miscontrol the ball and kickstart a last gasp Derby attack. Love it. The top 2 challenge is ON. Well, until Bolton destroy us a week on Tuesday, a la Ipshit last season.

Onwards and upwards!

*** Phillips, AKA ‘The Hedgehog’.
** The Frenchman. Solid, and brought the ball out well.
* Earl. Him and MDG either side of the domineering Pines? I like it.

Official MOTM: Connell

Londontykes’ MOTM: 1. Phillips 2. Earl 3. De Givigny

Despatches:
Great team effort. Roberts made a couple of good saves and punched one out well, despite pressure. Cadden was excellent going forward (and provided the corner for Phillips’ 2nd). Jordan had another good game at RWB (great decision Collins!). Pines looked an accident waiting to happen early doors, and I’m still not convinced he knows what he’s doing with his feet. Why did Derby always stand 15 yards off him? He looked ripe for the press, but dominated the air. ‘USA! USA!’

I thought Connell had an excellent game moving around the pitch and putting in challenges, while Kane was comfortable. McAtee had a poor game, making the runs but forever finding himself the wrong side of the defender who simply cleared. Once again, Cosgrove made a difference coming on (we were drawing till his introduction). It also gave Derby licence to grab, push, shove and barge a Reds player without fear of retribution from the officials. (Maybe one game a season, we can have a match without fouls being punished, a sort of football version of Rollerball (great film)). Cole ran his absolute blood to water and provided crucial pressure on the Derby back 4. Oh, and we managed to get both right backs off the bench, Cotter bringing renewed energy to the right wing. (He’s very popular where I sit, or is it everywhere in the ground folk are shouting ‘Go on Barry!’ while laughing?)

And a note for the atmosphere. Certainly the best this season. Numbers, noise, big away following, winning, scarves waved. It’s so simple, innit?

Drink du jour: Tiny Rebel Easy Livin’ pale ale, a nice, but not as nice replacement for that Flock stuff.

Away: 4,995 or ‘How to silence nearly 5,000 away fans.’

The Damage:
c.£8 petrol
= c.£8

BFC 2-1 Derby County, Wednesday 3rd November 2021

‘He’s got no pace, no height and can’t win a header.’
‘Has his girlfriend left him yet?’

‘WE WON!’ exclaimed a female fan outside Oakwell after the match. Was it surprise, or joy? I couldn’t tell. Certainly relief, as we win as many matches in one game as we’d won in Markus Schopp’s last (only) 16 games, and the first win without needing a last minute penalty save to seal it. Indeed, I must have had brain fog during the game, as, after Wayne Rooney’s Derby County opened the scoring, I wondered if we’d come back from a losing position to win a game this season. I must have looked demented as I sat there in the East Upper, chuckling to myself once I’d realised my error.

Still, a new dawn, a new day. I’d love to tell you how the Reds were welcomed out onto the Oakwell pitch with renewed vigour from a passionate home support, but I missed the sides coming out. Though I noticed the Ponty appeared less full than usual. Looking at the stats page in the programme, it appears the home support (so ignore the away crowd) has diminished game on game all season, as hope dwindles. So you’d think getting rid of Schopp woulda brought a few out. Maybe Markus had his fans after all?

Whisper it…but we weren’t bad. The stand-in coach (who’s name I’ve never known, nevermind forgotten) didn’t change a lot. 3-4-3, but with Benson back in midfield…and what a difference he makes. Twice he made reverse 30-40 yard passes which put us free wide left. He ran the show, 1st half…so of course we were losing. WRDC put in a huge up and under from the left. (Watch it on youtube; it goes so high the camera loses it.) Collins stepped out, hesitated, then retreated to his goal. The defender (Moon) heads it away to the edge of the box where Derby pick it up, play a neat pass and he’s through. My initial thoughts were the keeper coulda (shoulda) came out and punched. I then thought the defence failed miserably with the clearance, but I’ve seen it again and I think I’m being harsh…on the defence. The ball makes it out of the box. Wherethehell are the midfield? But then the ball back is inadequately dealt with by the backline….basically, a sh*tshow all round.

It was a pity. We’d had chances ourselves (same old, same old). Their keeper pulled off a great reaction save with his feet through a crowd of players, while Iseka wasted a golden opportunity on the backpost, heading weakly straight to the keeper. But we hit back before half-time; a bizarre 40 yard 1-2 between Brittain and Big Vic sends the latter towards the corner flag. Vic cuts inside…hits it, and it’s one-all! Howthehell did that go in? Well, being vaguely behind the shot…it was going straight at the keeper…till a Derby idiot defender stuck out a leg and deflected it in. GET IN THERE YOU JAMMY BARSTEWARDS! But, if you don’t buy a ticket to the raffle… Frank Lampard scored summink like 200 odd goals and I’m convinced 63% of them took a deflection. (The other 37% were penalties.) Have a shot and MAKE YOUR OWN LUCK.

Then, early 2nd half, the winner. Brittain (God loves a trier) technically sets up a 2nd goal as he chipped a free kick into the box for Iseka to beat the offside trap, bring it down and finish into the roof of the net. The coolest finish I’ve seen at Oakwell (from a Barnsley player) for a long time. WRDC, now realising they’re in trouble, threw on the subs and for 20 minutes it was end to end. Then after 75, Gomes went off and we never saw the ball again, deciding to spend the rest of the match in our own half and give the ball away. Even when we won the ball with their keeper in our box (from 2 corners) we failed to take advantage, and we got away with it in the end as one blockbuster hit someone and bounced clear, and Derby hit the bar with a shot and we cleared the rebound off the line. Exciting stuff (and I’ve not said that for a while).

Onwards and upwards!

*** Gomes. Did the simple things, like winning the ball, keeping possession. It’s so easy when you’ve got talent. Then he went off and there was nobody prepared to put their foot on the ball.
** Brittain. Worked hard and was rewarded with 2 assists. Still can’t cross a ball though.
* Iseka. Did well in parts and sublime control and finish for his goal.

Official MOTM: Iseka.

Londontykes’ MOTM: 1. Gomes 2. Brittain 3. Iseka

Despatches:
Benson was the best player on the pitch for half an hour before (presumably) tiring. It was good to see Mads back, but Helik stole the show again in defence. The way he wins every header, or (his speciality) steps in front of the forward to intercept, is the reason he won’t be with us for long. (As an aside, another former Londontyke claims Helik has been nowhere near as good as last season. Let’s just say I disagree. Without him and Collins we’d be on minus 2 points this season.) Moon complemented both and we generally looked solid in the centre. Styles was in and out, till he was out (subbed). Up front, Big Vic gave his usual effort and was unlucky to be hooked (although Cole looked promising on the counter…if only we could find him!) Which leaves Woodrow, who had the same game he’s had for 18 months, huffing and puffing, outpaced by everyone, throwing his arms up at every challenge on him, and never looking like he’d score a goal. So, undroppable.

Drink du jour: Nada. Not a new Brewdog tipple (altho…)

Away: 2,599

The Damage:
c. £35 petrol
£3 programme
= c. £38

The Tunes:
BBC6 Music (Steve Lamacq / Gideon Coe)

Being a Wednesday, it was Steve Lamacq’s ‘album club’ whereby he plays a classic album from the past. Everyone’s favourite music is from their formative years and I’m no different. This week, it’s a cracking album from 1991, one of my favourites, blinding guitar in a wall of noise…and no, it’s not any of that Nirvana* shenanighans. I mean, of course, ‘Loveless’ by My Bloody Valentine. If there’s any Londontykes whose offspring play guitar, perhaps they ought to get their ears around this….

*Nevermind is a decent album, well-written songs…but it’s hardly Andy Weatherall’s Screamadelica, or, my own all-time fave (and from 1991)….Foxbase Alpha by St. Etienne.

NOTHING CAN STOP US NOW…..

Derby County 4-1 BFC, Sunday 6th May 2018

‘Accrington Stanley, we’re coming for you.’

Welcome to .....

So it is.  The inevitable inevitably happened and we’re down.  We could blame Derby, for slamming us.  Or Forest, for failing at Bolton.  Or Bolton, for succeeding against Forest.  Or the ref at home to Bolton, for THAT decision (and those other indecisions).  But let’s face it, we simply haven’t been good enough.  The writing was on the wall last January (2017).  We lost Hourihane and Bree (…and Winnall)…later lost Scowen and Watkins and Roberts…and we’ve replaced them with (in no particular order) Potts, Williams, Barnes, Thiam, Moncur and Lindsay, not to mention about 30 others (we’ve had the most players of any club in the Championship).  Says it all.  We’ve given nearly 40 players a trot out at this level and few, if any, are good enough.  (Though 'trot' was probably the right word.  Carthorses.  Donkeys.  Asses.)  How fitting that in a match where victory would save us, we didn’t turn up.

Relegation beckons.

Optimism was low and spirits were high in the pub beforehand.  No, we hadn’t a cat in hell’s chance of winning, but so what?  The sun was shining, whiskeys were being drunk at half nine in the morning (welcome to Wetherspoons!) and we weren’t officially down yet. ‘You never know’ was the order of the day, as we dreamt of Bolton managing to do what they’ve done most of the season and fail.  Do the unthinkable (win) and we stay up on 44 points, surely a record.  The Sunday morning alcoholics, surprised at the early influx of dozens of customers with Barnsley accents, wished us luck.

Ice cream, sun, Greggs....is this what heaven looks like?

It was a hot, hot day in Derby, so good job we were in the shade.  2,700 (sold out) and bad news for Neil, who’d rocked up on the offchance of getting a ticket.  Further bad news:  he got one; someone’s mate was ill.  This was after being quoted £100 by a Derby fan in town.  I told him he could have mine for £100!  Farnham met me in a city centre pub having walked from Pride Park.  He looked destroyed in the heat, so, despite the weather, after a beer, we jumped in a taxi to the ground.

Fireworks...in the sun.  Go figure.

Upon entering the away end, it was a cauldron of noise.  The bar was packed, and we fought our way through to our seats, along with Reedy.  I even made kick off.  I didn’t want to miss a minute!  And it was fortunate I did, as for that 14 minutes, you could see Derby (needing a point to secure a play-off place) were absolutely BRICKING it, misplacing passes all over the place under little or no pressure.  So thank goodness for Conor ba5tard Mahoney, on loan piece of uselessness from AFC Bournemouth.  We have a corner, he swings it in and hits the 1^st defender, Shukeresque.  No matter, the ball has come back to him.  He loses it trying to take the player on, Derby run straight up the other end and score.  OK, they had to run 70 yards, but with most of our team in THEIR box cos we were trying to SCORE, we couldn’t get back in time and Derby always had a man extra.  At least I’ll have something to remember this pr*ck by.  Good riddance.

Us and them.

Derby scored again, 2-0…but hang on…it’s been disallowed.  No idea what for, though apparently handball.  A mild stay of execution for the Super Reds, we go in at half time, 1-0.  We were arguably the better side, but without looking like scoring. Kiefer was blocked off going for a header (has ‘obstruction’ officially been erased from the rulebook?) but otherwise, it was as it was at Oakwell, Derby winning without any effort whatsoever.  The half times come in; Preston are beating Burton (hurrah!) and Bolton are being held (double hurrah!).  We are still outside the relegation zone, somehow.

The teams come out.

We come out 2^nd half and collapse.  Derby pass and move, we watch, and it’s 2-0.  Two becomes three, becomes four.  We’ve still got 20 minutes plus injury time.  The players have given up.  We might as well stick Sky on the big screen (instead of the current match) cos this game means nothing now, other than a chance for Derby to rack up a cricket score.  Our chances are firmly in the hands of other teams.  Worse, Preston have had a man sent off. Worser, Burton have equalised.  We’re down.  After all, what do Preston have to play for anyway, knowing we’re getting slammed means they can’t eke above Derby.  (They have PRIDE to play for, and do indeed go on to win 2-1.PRIDE.  Imagine.)
By now, Derby are taunting us with ‘Accrington on a Tuesday night’, to which the instant response is ‘Accrington Stanley, we’re coming for you.’  By now, it is impossible to get updates on our phones, as 4G might as well be 1D.  Rumours abound and news of Preston’s second spreads.  ‘Come on Preston, Come on Preston!’ I refuse to sing.  Derby chant something along the lines of ‘you spawny ba5tards, you’re still staying up.’  If only.

Match action, Derby actually FAILING to score.

By now Moncur is on and he nonchalantly pops one into the top corner from 20 yards as if Derby have joined us in giving up. At least the fans haven’t: ‘5-4, we’re gonna win 5-4’ nobody believed.  Not even Jose.  Both teams go through the motions till full time and a silence envelopes the away end.  Have we gone down? Who knows?  There’s rumour and counter rumour.  The players’ reactions look as if we’re down; only really Hammill comes anywhere close to the away end.  Probably for the best.  The Adam Hammill Appreciation Society sings him off the pitch as our hero is visibly distraught. More than me, to tell the truth.  This relegation has looked on the cards for months.  Adam: so long, and thanks for all the fish.

Adam waves a last goodbye.

I didn’t properly find out Bolton had won till I left.  I’m pleased I didn’t know they were losing when I was in the ground; it’s the hope that kills you.  Nevermind knowing they'd bagged in the 87th and 88th minutes to seal survival.  Good luck, no hard feelings, etc.  We had beer to quaff, sorrows to drown, and it was 4 pubs before we could do that, despite various Derby fans offering consoling ‘don’t worry, you’ll be back.’  Yes, whatever I might think of us as a Championship side, we might be quite well set up for division 3.  And Jose’s gone.  Thank heavens for that.  Our worst appointment in a long time.

Onwards and upwards!

*** Hammill.  At least gave a s***.  Ran around all day from centre mid looking for gaps.  His run led to Moncur’s goal.
** Gardner.  Played well till we were overrun.
* Walton.  Caught a couple, saved a couple, but couldn’t do much against players 4 yards out.

A friendly fence, separating the fans outside.

Despatches:
As well as the 2,700 at (No) Pride Park, I can’t believe 3,000 watched a live beamback to Oakwell. I wonder what it was like there? Did they know the other scores??

I was really struggling for a top 3.  Everyone was s*** in their own way.  And did I really see Thiam come on?  How can a centre forward, bought for so much money, paid so much money, fail to score in open play the entire season?  Let’s hope the 3^rd division is more accommodating.  I'm off to spend my £60 of winnings.  You Reds!!!!!!!!!!

Drink du jour: Erdinger, Stella, vodka and orange.  It’s a wonder I didn’t end up in a fight. 

The Damage:
£26 ent

Programme?  Never saw one on sale.

Away: 2,700.  A great effort from all.  Players take note.

The Tunes:

Microshift (Hookworms)

Pride Park panorama.

Monument commemorating the site of the old Baseball Ground.

Come on you ewes!

The Old #7 gets its flag up.

Just get Sky on!

Resigned to defeat...and relegation?

Farewell, Adam.

We'll always love you!

BFC 0-3 Derby County, Saturday 9th December 2017

‘Bradshaw won’t get 12 by Xmas 2018, nevermind 2017’

Work do, Fri nite.  (Not me.)  An omen?

I’m fast running out of ways to describe the latest ineptitude at Oakwell.  Is that 5 defeats in a row or 6?  Who cares?  Little Lee made it 8 (and knocked us out of the cup by non-leaguers) so by my reckoning, Hecky can lose us 20 on the spin and still be safe.  Some people say it’s difficult to wonder what’s happened, but it looks pretty simple to me: the defence can’t defend, the attack can’t attack and the midfield can’t midfield.  The goalkeeper doesn’t do much keeping of goal either.  Did they really score with every shot on target?  Thank god they only had 3 shots on target, in that case.

The Derby whores hordes.

Like Dirty Leeds, we’d lost this game by half time.  In a nothing game of football with nothing happening, Derby open the scoring when one of our centre halves clears the ball to his own area, and while McCarthy stares at it, they nip in and score.  Simples.  The second I thought was a well worked move.  Well, it must have been, cos none of our defenders got near any of the 3 attackers involved in the build up.  Vydra sidefoots home.  (Later, in the 2^nd half, we miss the same chance, before Derby run up the field to bag a 3^rd.)  About the closest we came to scoring in that opening period was an overhit backpass the keeper scrambled away.  (BTW, did that count as one of our ‘shots on target’, cos I’m struggling to remember anymore.)

Match action in front of the old Main Stand.

Early 2^nd half, Derby survive the early Reds onslaught (well, a Potts 20 yarder which cannons off the bar) before the game descends into more nothingness.  Then, a rare chance, as Moncur’s trickery sets up Barnes, to set up Ugbo…who hits the keeper from 8 yards.  That’s ok though, it’s not like Derby will run up the other end and…oh.  A bit of head tennis on the edge of our box and Derby show how it’s done again, a crisp half volley from 20 yards.  Shoot early, shoot on target, and you get your results.  I leg it to the loo and miss what I presume is the highlight of the match: booing Sammy the Snake coming on for the Rams.  Oh well, at least Super Sam shows our defenders how it’s done, clearing a ball from virtually under our bar.  Tw*t.

0-3, the Ponty empties.

*** No-one.  They were all varying levels of s***. 

** No-one.  But I’d be hard pushed to think of anyone who impressed me even slightly, ‘cept for

* Moncur.  The more we play Potts and Gardner, the more Moncur looks like a footballer.  We are going down.

Londontykes' MOTM:  1. Williams  2. Moncur  3. Thiam

Twitter MOTM: I have no f***ing idea.  There was one, right?  (It was Harvey Barnes)

Despatches:
Those Derby fans, they must be really confused.  One minute they’re singing they wanna go home, Barnsley’s not all that salubrious, next minute it’s ‘Don’t take me home, please don’t take me home’.  I won’t miss ‘em.  Plenty of crowing on the train platform too.  Well done lads – your team has beaten Barnsley.

Our players?  I have no more words to say on the matter.  Davies, Yiadom, Lindsay, Bradshaw, Thiam, Potts, Gardner.  S***.  S***. S***.  S***.  S***.  S***.  S***.  Honestly, Moncur is the least of our problems.  But why can’t McGeehan get a game?  Why was Fryers dropped?  Why do we WANT to get relegated?  As for Thiam, one backheel doth not a footballer make.  Learn to pass it with the side of your foot before you try the fancy stuff. Or try scoring a goal, that'd be good.

A seasoned regular tries to stay warm.

Drink du jour: Arcade Ale House this week and they’ve only gone and got themselves some bottled Weihenstephaner.  All the way up till I drank them out of it.  Then a 7.2% Sierra Nevada Torpedo ipa, which I recommend heartily.  Those and the fish and chips (Gary’s Fisheries) almost made the day worthwhile.  Vodka and orange on the way back, but we took it easy, not even finishing a bottle between 3 of us.  Sad days.

Oh, and after sending a Whatsapp message proclaiming still being awake as I crossed the Thames…I fell asleep.  Still, 1^st one of the season, I think.

Onwards and upwards!

Away: 3,166

The Damage:
£23.80 train
= £23.80

The Tunes:
Let Them Eat Chaos (Kate Tempest)
Best of ….. (The Specials)

ps, my money’s safe.  Perhaps we should make it ‘can Bradshaw even have 2 shots by Xmas?’

Panorama v Derby County.

Still awake....

Christmas in Peckham.

Derby County 2-1 BFC, Saturday 4th March 2017

‘He is OUR Michael Carrick’ (Stephen McPhail - LOL!)

An in-house Greggs.  What's not to like!?

Bad start to the day.  I arrive half an hour before the train and enjoy a greasy caff.  So when I call in at Kings X to withdraw cash (I know the Captain doesn’t like debt owed to him) I misjudge time and when I rock up to St P for a 10:58 train it’s 10:56 (and a half) and it’s last orders on boarding.  Even worse, our ticket is some kind of threesome, all or none.  Not the kind of threesome I’d ever dreamed of.  I’d always imagined I was Dogtanian to my friends’ Porthos, Athos and Aramus.  To my compadre, my 2together buddy, my bodyguard (Oldham away, last season) I can only apologise.  I’m an idiot.

Nearly there.

Then we offski to Derby.  I haven’t been here since we were in the Premiership. Which was….well, a long time ago. I remember one corner of the stadium was open in those days.  I had to ask Andy which corner it was.  He’d no idea – we get shunted around every time we come.  Nice ground, but that’s the thing: they’re all the same these places; without a fixed point, they look identical, save for the colour of the seats.  Derby, Leicester, Cov, Soton et al…you know who you are.  And the last time I came here, all that existed between the station and (No) Pride Park was wasteland. Now, it is all industrial units and Frankie and Benny’s.  A wasteland, then.  Still, a more pleasant walk this time as we followed the river.

Them and us.

Actually, I do have one regret.  (I have many, so this is merely one of them.)  One year, I’d arranged to be picked up for a Xmas/New Year game at the old Baseball Ground, but I got terribly ‘tired and emotional’ and my alarm had to be sacked for dereliction of duty.  That was the last time we played at Derby’s legendary old ground.  The modern plasticity makes it no better, though I am slightly assuaged by the thought that DCFC still have to play us when their 30,000 crowds say something else.  Which brings me to think: is there nothing to do in Derby? while Reedy and every other Reds fan in the stadium wonder, if there’s so many of ‘em why is the atmosphere so s***?  I had to wonder whether cursory chants about their ‘mams and dads (being) scabs’ was some cunning Reds’ ruse to tease some passion out of them there Derby.  Though experience shows they DO wake up when they score.  Then they shut up again, bless.

Maybe circa 1975

But, tis true, they won.  Two goals to one.  I’m not sure how.  We ran the roost for 40 mins (nil-nil) before they woke up for the last 5 mins of the 1^st time.  (Secretly, I was pleased; it gets a bit tiresome when the action is at the other end.)  Armstrong in particular looked lively early on.  We really should have pressed the advantage.  Oh well.

As we contemplated not going in at HT at least one goal ahead, we nick the lead in rudimentary fashion early 2nd half; Roberts’ long throw is headed home by James.  (Pompey) Ian is a genius; he wondered earlier why we don’t use this tactic more often.  (I bet he doesn’t remember saying this, but he did).  All our hard work and slick moves, and it takes a 30 yard throw to give us the lead.  Oh well.  Pompey makes a break for the toilet and I follow (yeah yeah).

The Super Reds celebrate.

We return to a bellicose ‘Barns-ser-lee, Barns-ser-lee, Barns-ser-lee’.  I just know Derby have equalised.  They have.  I might have even seen it had I not had the temerity to wash my hands.  Standards, eh? Who needs ‘em?  Allegedly it’s a scramble in the box and Ince prods one home.  ‘Your dad’s a cnut, and so are you.’  Anyone who used to visit Peterboro in the days of their terrace will recognise that one.  Catchy.  La la la la….la la la la.  And there’s not enough chants with the c-bomb in it, is there?

They're here, they're there, they're .....at Derby.

Thereafter, Derby rule.  Pompey (him again) puts it down to Butterfield coming on for them and playing some kind of deep lying Hourihane role.  Couldn’t we buy him back with the Hourihane/Bree/Mawson money?  A pre-match applaud from Jacob shows what Hourihane will (already does?) realise; he is better off in a team who will APPRECIATE him, who will actually PLAY him.  Where the fans love him. Or sit on the bench at Derby earning 4 times as much.  The irony.  Only in football do you get paid MORE for producing LESS.  I’d have him back in a shot.

Is this the Pride Park (Ipro?) extension?

Anyway, they have all the play, create a few snippets, and make Davies tip 2 or 3 over….before Hecky makes a game changing sub.  Kent and Mowatt come on for our forward line (Bradshaw and Armstrong).  To the uninitiated, it looks like we’re playing for the draw.  But we know switching Marley up front, and having more energy in midfield will make the difference.  It does – they go up the other end and score.  I still think the right back (the Everton bloke?) doesn’t deal with it, allowing it to bounce and Nugent hits a snapshot winner.  Fair play to the goal-a-game former England striker (if you can’t remember the goal, look it up on youtube!) as he buries it with aplomb, deflection or not.  We lose, it’s one of those games.  We rule one half, fail to take advantage, they run the other and do.  Lesson learnt.

Game in progress, fans leaving in hordes.  Eh???

***.  Roberts Immense.  Won headers, intercepted balls, covered others.  Set up our goal with amazing trickery from wide right (threw a ball a long way).
** MacDonald.  As above, minus the trickery.  Worked great as a pair.
* James.  I was saying to Andy, he impressed 1^st half…then he scores..

Londontykes' Top 3:
1. Roberts  2= James/MacDonald

Despatches:
Yiadom was poor today.  Do the fullbacks take turns?  Jones played well, tho missed a late chance to whip a ball across goal.  Talking of which, Kent nearly equalised after coming on, hitting a decent effort with his weaker right.  Hamill played well, without dribbling past everyone and scoring a 30 yarder (which is what some people who’d rather go and watch Hartlepool v Exeter today might say).  Davies never put a foot wrong.  Some good saves and no chance with the goal I saw.  (If I never saw the 1^st goal, does that mean it never happened…which meant neither did the second…so actually, we won.  YOOOOUUUU REDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)  Andy says no, it does not mean that.  Dammit.

Scowen surprised me today.  He didn’t track back for a ball and they nearly scored from his half-arsedness.  Bradshaw had some good touches but faded, while Armstrong continues to be the centre forward version of Kent (on loan, flatters to deceive, but if you watch him enough, produces very little).  Just saying – no need for the hate mail.

And Wadd, I’m with you – good luck completing the 92.  You’re not missing much not going to Derby.  And besides, we’ll be playing them again next season.  See you at Morecambe in a few weeks!!!!!!!!!!!!

And so it stayed.

Drink du jour: Maisel Weiss in the Derby CAMRA pub 2016 and 2017.  No idea what it’s called, but turn right outside the train station (actually, ‘railway station’; the Captain tells me ‘train station’ is an Americanism).  Anyway, turn, right, walk down the sidewalk, cross the freeway and it’s there.  And there’s a booze express or somesuch by the station for those necessary vodka and cokes for the way back.  For when Andy ejects an old lady from her seat and spends the rest of his journey feeling guilty.  He is Raskolnikov incarnate.

Away: 1500+.  A tremendous turnout, inc the West Stand Bogs crew who’d walked from Barnsley, setting off yesterday.  Thus far, I have no knowledge on whether Master Hicks bled his feet in some named set of shoes this time, or whether he learnt his lesson at Bradford.  Problies the former. 

You Reds!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Damage:
26 train
17.60 (very specific, but if you bought 4 tickets in advance, you got 20% off, or summink.  Either way, well done Derby.)
3 prog
= £46.60

The Tunes:
Among My Swan (Mazzy Star)

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