‘The Spider’
What was it about Satdy? They were all there. Tickle had flown in from Oz, hoping to see what all the fuss was about. Alison and Rhys had motorbiked it. Lynne was there (company jet?). Even Moll, from Darfield. All had come to see The Super Reds slain by the Tricky Trees. What hope of us winning? Bob and none.
What was it about Satdy? They were all there. Tickle had flown in from Oz, hoping to see what all the fuss was about. Alison and Rhys had motorbiked it. Lynne was there (company jet?). Even Moll, from Darfield. All had come to see The Super Reds slain by the Tricky Trees. What hope of us winning? Bob and none.
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| The teams line up. |
The early signs were ominous. Jacob Mellis retained his place and we were adventuring with one up front, Nick the German paying the price for ‘strengthening the midfield’ (I could strengthen the midfield…dropping you-know-who!). Anywhere, off we went, 4-5-1 and how long would we hold out?
Well, the short answer was 90 minutes. Aside from a slightly hairy last 10 mins, Forest never threatened. Steele made one decent save the whole game, tipping round the post an injury time free kick destined for the top corner. Other than that, bodies were put on the line and Forest couldn’t take advantage, no matter how many times they got round our full backs. (Often).
So it was left to us to steal victory with a cracking effort from Jennings, cutting in from the left as only Dire used to, before burying it into the bottom corner. Anyone watching the highlights (we were the main game!) on The Football League Show could testify that was about it, as most of the 'highlights' involved kicking the ball out of play. Mind, I could watch Forest punting the ball over the bar from 25-30 yards for 90 minutes. Oh…hang on. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a team take as many goal kicks as us. And this wasn’t a sign of incessant pressure – Forest’s entire midfield consisted of clones of Anderson Da Silva.
So it was left to us to steal victory with a cracking effort from Jennings, cutting in from the left as only Dire used to, before burying it into the bottom corner. Anyone watching the highlights (we were the main game!) on The Football League Show could testify that was about it, as most of the 'highlights' involved kicking the ball out of play. Mind, I could watch Forest punting the ball over the bar from 25-30 yards for 90 minutes. Oh…hang on. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a team take as many goal kicks as us. And this wasn’t a sign of incessant pressure – Forest’s entire midfield consisted of clones of Anderson Da Silva.
The last 10 was heart in mouth time, for sure…but again, not due to Forest. Some of our players were out for the count, so every clearance went about 20 yards before Forest regained possession. You could almost describe the atmosphere as bouncing as we held on against supposed promotion favourites. And was this the first time Darius Henderson has FAILED to score against us? Good.
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| Scabs Scabs Scabs!!! (sorry) |
*** Jennings. Effort, ran at players, tracked back, match winner. Sponsors' MOTM.
** O’Grady. Held up everything while waiting for the midfield cavalry. (Still waiting.)
* Crainie. Given the lack of chances, and the intermittent awfulness of the fullbacks, and lack of action for Steele…both centre halves did blinding.
Despatches:
Hunt. The new Wiseman. Their winger waltzed past him at least 3 times that I remember, and you know that thing Wiseman used to do…where he kicks the ball past a player, runs after it…but overruns the ball so he a) loses it and b) is out of position? Hunt has it down to a tee as well.
Mellis. I had to move seats this week, to babysit. I quite liked where I sat actually (winning helped) cos every few minutes throughout the second half, this kid, a few rows behind me, would shout ‘Get Mellis off. He’s rubbish!’. Good lad. Everyone on the train agreed he was the one turd in the ointment. Apparently he was the link between midfield and attack. I thought he wasn’t as bad as usual…(Do I just have lower expectations?)
It was partytime on the journey back – we were joined by Millwall, who’d won at Derby. Some of their lads we’d met on the way up too. I’d settle for us both staying up, but we all agreed that wasn’t going to happen!
Drink du jour: A hungover me had a couple of small ones (Vodka and orange), leaving the drinking to the pros. Wine for Norris, bitter for Phil.
Mellis. I had to move seats this week, to babysit. I quite liked where I sat actually (winning helped) cos every few minutes throughout the second half, this kid, a few rows behind me, would shout ‘Get Mellis off. He’s rubbish!’. Good lad. Everyone on the train agreed he was the one turd in the ointment. Apparently he was the link between midfield and attack. I thought he wasn’t as bad as usual…(Do I just have lower expectations?)
It was partytime on the journey back – we were joined by Millwall, who’d won at Derby. Some of their lads we’d met on the way up too. I’d settle for us both staying up, but we all agreed that wasn’t going to happen!
Drink du jour: A hungover me had a couple of small ones (Vodka and orange), leaving the drinking to the pros. Wine for Norris, bitter for Phil.
Shame results went against us, but if we keep winning, we’ll be 'reight' – starting with table topping Leicester tomorrow nite. The same Leicester who’ve had the weekend off. Great.
Onwards and upwards!
A
Away: 2714
Onwards and upwards!
A
Away: 2714
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