Manchester City 5-0 Barnsley, FA Cup 5th Round, att. 46,728
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Appalling. Gutless. Spineless. Those are 3 adjectives I’d have (un)happily used yesterday, having seen us out of the game in 10 mins and Man City out of sight after half an hour. But I’ve calmed down a bit since, which will make for a much more boring match report, I’m sure. Besides, what do we have to complain about? The Super Reds only delivered what we expected – getting a proper ar5e kicking from a side containing the odd world class individual (Carlos Tevez hattrick anyone?), nevermind Premiership class. But I guess when you’ve spent a £100 (£70 on a train journey – cheers Virgin) before you’ve even kicked off, you rather hope your team will hold out for a bit longer than 10 minutes. And we coulda been a couple down before City DID score.
A (former) Londontyke looks especially pleased with his new purchase.
And so it was that our eagerly awaited quarter final became 90 minutes of depression with Reds fans going down like their team, without a fight. The atmosphere in the away end was like a home game at times. As Loko said, at least Dirty Leeds went down singing and chanting. We whimpered our way to defeat.
Pre or post match? - you decide.
Alcohol’s a funny thing tho, innit? I’m pleased I watched the highlights today, cos I had no memory of us having a shot on target. Turns out we had 3. And one of them was even part of a slick one-touch move involving Mellis, probably the only Reds player who didn’t look totally out of place on the Etihad pitch. Shame we woz already 3-0 down by the time he appeared. I also have no recollection of getting off the train at Euston, but Sarah reckons I ‘disappointed a little Andy who was hoping to go for another beer.’ Does he never learn???
The teams line up.
And so this week’s MOTM award shall go, in order of best pub to:
*** Euston Tap. You know them big stone things outside Euston, with the names of places the train goes to inscribed onto their walls? (no? Oh well.) Turns out they’ve been turned into tiny tiny pubs with hand-crafted beer or somesuch. Fabulous choice of beer (sorry Tim, no Fosters) and a spiral staircase. I have a new favourite pub!
** The 2nd pub we went in at Manchester. Good choice of beer and busy but not packed. Shame about ‘no football colours’. What colours are NOT football colours? Puice? Turqoise?
* The 1st pub in Manchester. After the debacle of changing pubs cos of ‘liveliness’ at our original choice, it was a relief to actually get a beer.
In real terms:
*** No-one. How can anyone get a MOTM award chasing shadows?
** Mellis. At least had the confidence to pass and move when he had the ball.
* Perkins. Chased shadows as well as anybody!
** The 2nd pub we went in at Manchester. Good choice of beer and busy but not packed. Shame about ‘no football colours’. What colours are NOT football colours? Puice? Turqoise?
* The 1st pub in Manchester. After the debacle of changing pubs cos of ‘liveliness’ at our original choice, it was a relief to actually get a beer.
In real terms:
*** No-one. How can anyone get a MOTM award chasing shadows?
** Mellis. At least had the confidence to pass and move when he had the ball.
* Perkins. Chased shadows as well as anybody!
Lambs about to be slaughtered.
On the plus side, Sarah bought some nice wool (£24 for 3 balls – Christ!) from the shop across the road from the pub, so it wasn’t like the day was a total waste. And she was very pleased to see Yaya. 'There's only one Yaya!' Personally, I was very pleased to see Bob and Craig. Just a shame Bob wasn't coming back with us, cos our meeting was all too brief!
Misc:
Stephen Foster. The fastest he moved all day was in grabbing a City player to swap shirts with at the end. Pathetic.
Misc:
Stephen Foster. The fastest he moved all day was in grabbing a City player to swap shirts with at the end. Pathetic.
The away contingent.
Dear Mr Rowing, (BFC club secretary)
as a letter to the Chron a couple of weeks ago said…..if you let big groups of friends buy tickets together for these type of games, it might enhance the atmosphere. Instead, there were 3 Londontykes here, 4 there, a couple over there…etc I mainly had an increasingly angry Loko trying to pick arguments with folk in front or behind. I sat there, resigned.
Oh, and I hope Slacki managed to avoid knowing the score and had to sit at home watching the whole dreadful fiasco. I wish I’d had a ‘fast forward’ button yesterday.
Oh, and I hope Slacki managed to avoid knowing the score and had to sit at home watching the whole dreadful fiasco. I wish I’d had a ‘fast forward’ button yesterday.
Bottom of the table and out of the cup. I feel a bit of D:ream coming on...
The home end (the Bell End?)
Admiring the sweep of the stands
The tunnel side
Au revoir, City. Who knows when we'll meet again?
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