‘Enjoy your weekend’
‘Enjoy your weekend’ the PA bloke announced as I left. ENJOY MY WEEKEND? I should f***ing hope so after watching that shower of s*** bottle one of our few remaining games left this season. Get up early, travel 150 miles, get home at 1:30am (wrecked), watch the Meekly Reds (we ought to change our nickname) surrender in tame fashion to a bunch who presumably couldn’t care less, having nothing to battle for. And it intermittently p***ed it down throughout the day. The fact goalkeeper Luke Steele was voted Sponsors MOTM just about sums it up. And he still had time to deliver 2 or 3 top (top) saves even after that. Sadly, he can’t score goals as well, and you’ll never win a game if you can’t score. (Honourable exceptions being any team playing against OG specialist Scott Wiseman). So, yes, BFC, I shall TRY and ‘enjoy my weekend’ despite approximately half of it being based around watching you lot.
Wandering up the hill towards ‘tarn’ after the match I heard one bloke looking on the bright side. ‘We had the best two chances an’ all’. For a while I was dumbfounded. I remembered us having A chance, but two??? But on reflection, he was arguably right. Pedersen blazed over when clean through while Martin Whatshisface, the anonymous one who used to play for Donny, missed an open goal early doors as he guided a loose ball wide from 12 yards. An open goal. We also had an O’Grady header saved after 19 seconds, though having seen it again on telly, it wasn’t quite the easy chance it first looked. Still, before the first minute was out, Bournemouth had ran to the other end and had a penalty appeal turned down. It looked a pen to me – and we’d have been down to 10 men. Lucky it was at the Ponty End, thereby negating any appeals from 280 away fans at the other end. (Actually, it never looked like 280…maybe half that, but that’s what the announcer said).
Steele saved a one-on-one, another was dragged wide. It looked nailed on goalless. ‘Get Paddy on’ the crowd cried. Well, they sang THAT Paddy song. Wilson misheard and told Mellis to do in 12 minutes what he’s done once in 7 months (that’s a reference to Brighton away, kids, I didn’t want to be accused of bias and saying ‘what he’d never done in 7 months’!). I digress. Suffice to say, Wilson shoulda dragged that Martin bloke off sooner (What IS his surname? I still can’t remember. Hill? Smith? I know it’s something as anonymous as his football). Give Paddy 20 minutes. We had to try something DIFFERENT. Or send on Mellis. I wanted to ‘do a Hicksy’ and walk out there and then. But then how would I be able to describe the inevitable Bournemouth injury time winner?
WOODS!!! It’s Woods, innit? Martin Woods! That’s him. The new David Fox. (Who?)
So, yeah, we limped to the 5th minute of 3 minutes of injury time and Steele pulled off another ‘worldy’, only to see the ball loop in the air and come down a foot from the line. Time for our centre halves (M’Voto had come on for the damaged Ramage) to show some strength, so sure enough, as the ball came down, Nyatanga was muscled out of it and their bloke forced the ball home. Cheers, Barnsley. What a difference 3 points woulda made too, as Charlton and Millwall lost and Yeovil threw away a 2 goal lead (and missed a penalty at 2-1) to draw with Bolton. Hopefully they’ll feel even more gutted than me on Satdy.
*** Steele. He’s wasted at Barnsley. Sadly won’t be there next season. Sponsors' MOTM.
** Dawson. Ran around. Geed up the troops. Put a shift in. Will be with us next season.
* No-one. I can’t say anyone else had a decent game.
Despatches:
Pedersen – ship him out. Please. What a waste of money. No strength, little movement and his finishing is as bad as anyone else we’ve got. Polish Tom got a half more than usual, but didn’t do a lot. Hunt continued his metamorphosis into Scott Wiseman. I remember 2 things about his performance; the time he went on a run, kicked the ball too far in front of him and lost it. Again. And the last minute of the first half, when their midfielder told him where he was gonna put the ball, so the left winger set off running and Hunt watched him run past him. He can’t always be this bad. He simply can’t. (£2m FFS!) And Martin Woods? He was just plain rubbish, so much so he was cheered off when subbed…while Mellis got booed on in a certain part of the East Upper (and problies elsewhere: I just happened to be in the East Upper).
The train back was fun, joined as we were by 2 Dirty Leeds and one Mi’wa’. It seems we share the train with Millwall every other week these days. We’ll certainly be joining them in division 3, that’s for sure.
Drink du jour: vodka and orange, red wine, bitter, lager (bought by Millwall – top lad). Not all 4, obviously. Then 3 pints of Lowenbrau in the posh pub in St. Pancras (very nice) before having a snifter in the Euston Flyer before falling asleep on the night bus and waking up in Honor Oak (where?). What was especially galling was that I was still awake as the bus crossed the Thames…‘Enjoy your weekend’ the PA bloke announced as I left. ENJOY MY WEEKEND? I should f***ing hope so after watching that shower of s*** bottle one of our few remaining games left this season. Get up early, travel 150 miles, get home at 1:30am (wrecked), watch the Meekly Reds (we ought to change our nickname) surrender in tame fashion to a bunch who presumably couldn’t care less, having nothing to battle for. And it intermittently p***ed it down throughout the day. The fact goalkeeper Luke Steele was voted Sponsors MOTM just about sums it up. And he still had time to deliver 2 or 3 top (top) saves even after that. Sadly, he can’t score goals as well, and you’ll never win a game if you can’t score. (Honourable exceptions being any team playing against OG specialist Scott Wiseman). So, yes, BFC, I shall TRY and ‘enjoy my weekend’ despite approximately half of it being based around watching you lot.
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| Come on you Cherries! |
WOODS!!! It’s Woods, innit? Martin Woods! That’s him. The new David Fox. (Who?)
So, yeah, we limped to the 5th minute of 3 minutes of injury time and Steele pulled off another ‘worldy’, only to see the ball loop in the air and come down a foot from the line. Time for our centre halves (M’Voto had come on for the damaged Ramage) to show some strength, so sure enough, as the ball came down, Nyatanga was muscled out of it and their bloke forced the ball home. Cheers, Barnsley. What a difference 3 points woulda made too, as Charlton and Millwall lost and Yeovil threw away a 2 goal lead (and missed a penalty at 2-1) to draw with Bolton. Hopefully they’ll feel even more gutted than me on Satdy.
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| The Manic Depressive Society (Barnsley Branch) |
*** Steele. He’s wasted at Barnsley. Sadly won’t be there next season. Sponsors' MOTM.
** Dawson. Ran around. Geed up the troops. Put a shift in. Will be with us next season.
* No-one. I can’t say anyone else had a decent game.
Despatches:
Pedersen – ship him out. Please. What a waste of money. No strength, little movement and his finishing is as bad as anyone else we’ve got. Polish Tom got a half more than usual, but didn’t do a lot. Hunt continued his metamorphosis into Scott Wiseman. I remember 2 things about his performance; the time he went on a run, kicked the ball too far in front of him and lost it. Again. And the last minute of the first half, when their midfielder told him where he was gonna put the ball, so the left winger set off running and Hunt watched him run past him. He can’t always be this bad. He simply can’t. (£2m FFS!) And Martin Woods? He was just plain rubbish, so much so he was cheered off when subbed…while Mellis got booed on in a certain part of the East Upper (and problies elsewhere: I just happened to be in the East Upper).
Away: 280 (never!)
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