‘Don’t sell Winnall, Sammy Winnall
I just don’t think you understand
That if you sell Winnall, Sammy Winnall
You’re gonna have a riot on your hands’
This little ditty has been going round and round my head all weekend. Goalscoring wunderkind Super Sammy Winnall (SSW) has only gone and done it again, scoring his 9th goal in 5 games to ensure a deserved, if late, victory at Swindon. Can anyone stop him since yours truly bet a tenner he’d not get to 20 goals this season?
Well, seems there is hope. Dirty Leeds have only gone and made a bid. How much can we rob them? And will we have Slacki cheering on his goals for DL in hope of winning his money? Do Leeds realise they’ll need to buy Marley Watkins as well, if Winnall is to function? Still, class is permament, form temporary; let’s sell him now while the going’s good!
In more betting news, I have deviated from my normally pessimistic stance; I heard pre-match we were 33s for promotion; I thought this a decent bet, given our current form. All we need to do is sneak into the play-offs…. Anyway, Pompey offered me 100/1, so I’ve put a pound on and he says he’ll be delighted to pay out. (I’ve got to scrape back that Winnall cash somehow.)
To the game. Good pre-match, a decent turnout in the Glue Pot and it’s real ale. And a tremendously hungover Jack, with tales of his latest ‘conquest’. No Selwood though. Rumour had it that he’d hired a classic car for Le Weekend and it had broken down. Classic. But Molly had come down to celebrate his birthday and BFC made it go with a bang.
We bossed the 1st half. I’ve no idea how we didn’t score, but it struck me that if we have the same chances at Fleetwood, we’re going to Wembley. Watkins had a one-on-one saved; same for Hourihane on the left. Winnall headed over from Hourihane’s drilled-in cross. Mawson jinked his way past a defender and hammered one narrowly over; Brownhill ‘Ronaldo’d’ a free kick narrowly over, stabbing it into the floor and making it dip suddenly, while Hourihane blazed a free kick out of the ground, after I’d confidently predicted which seat in row Z he would hit. (Actually, it narrowly cleared the bar, bounced up the steps behind the goal and dribbled out of through an exit.) So, somehow 0-0 at the break.
After the interval we allowed Swindon some kicks of the ball. We stopped giving the ball to Isgrove, our main threat 1st half, and let Swindon come on to us. Even then, Davies only had one half decent stop to make at his near post. With tremendous backing from the away support, on came Josh Scowen for the disappointing Fletcher. And who was that, whipping in a teasing cross which missed everyone apart from SSW who banged it home with the confidence of a Young Jack in a field in Barnsley, midweek?
A few minutes remained and Swindon came at us, once. A ball was laid back and with the goal gaping, that man Scowen threw himself across to block the shot (I’m cheating here, I thought it was a centre half, but it looked like Scowen on TV). We appear to have a TEAM willing to do whatever is necessary to win a game. Were we lucky? Well, wasn’t it Gary Player who once said ‘Yes. And the harder I work, the luckier I get.’ Well done BFC, a tremendous victory.
*** Watkins.
** Isgrove.
* Scowen.
Londontykes' Top 3:
1. Watkins / Isgrove
3. Mawson / Brownhill
Despatches:
Drink du jour: Verdett Belgian witte bier in the pub, followed by a disappointing array of strong but s*** lager. Kroney, Stella and something Polish on the train.
Away: 477. Great atmosphere from the off. Made a change standing at the back with the vocalites. Andy and I still can’t bring ourselves to join in anything approaching worship of Little Lee though. All he’s doing is what we said he should have done months ago. (Bah humbug). You know, 2 up top, others joining in the attack, kicking the ball forwards not sideways, etc
The Damage:
30 travel
25 ent
3.80 an abysmal hotdog which had obviously been sitting for a while. 40 mins in and the ‘steak and ale pie’ had run out. I’ll try not to let it ruin my day.
I just don’t think you understand
That if you sell Winnall, Sammy Winnall
You’re gonna have a riot on your hands’
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This little ditty has been going round and round my head all weekend. Goalscoring wunderkind Super Sammy Winnall (SSW) has only gone and done it again, scoring his 9th goal in 5 games to ensure a deserved, if late, victory at Swindon. Can anyone stop him since yours truly bet a tenner he’d not get to 20 goals this season?
Well, seems there is hope. Dirty Leeds have only gone and made a bid. How much can we rob them? And will we have Slacki cheering on his goals for DL in hope of winning his money? Do Leeds realise they’ll need to buy Marley Watkins as well, if Winnall is to function? Still, class is permament, form temporary; let’s sell him now while the going’s good!
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| The Arkell's Stand |
In more betting news, I have deviated from my normally pessimistic stance; I heard pre-match we were 33s for promotion; I thought this a decent bet, given our current form. All we need to do is sneak into the play-offs…. Anyway, Pompey offered me 100/1, so I’ve put a pound on and he says he’ll be delighted to pay out. (I’ve got to scrape back that Winnall cash somehow.)
To the game. Good pre-match, a decent turnout in the Glue Pot and it’s real ale. And a tremendously hungover Jack, with tales of his latest ‘conquest’. No Selwood though. Rumour had it that he’d hired a classic car for Le Weekend and it had broken down. Classic. But Molly had come down to celebrate his birthday and BFC made it go with a bang.
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| The gladiators enter the arena |
We bossed the 1st half. I’ve no idea how we didn’t score, but it struck me that if we have the same chances at Fleetwood, we’re going to Wembley. Watkins had a one-on-one saved; same for Hourihane on the left. Winnall headed over from Hourihane’s drilled-in cross. Mawson jinked his way past a defender and hammered one narrowly over; Brownhill ‘Ronaldo’d’ a free kick narrowly over, stabbing it into the floor and making it dip suddenly, while Hourihane blazed a free kick out of the ground, after I’d confidently predicted which seat in row Z he would hit. (Actually, it narrowly cleared the bar, bounced up the steps behind the goal and dribbled out of through an exit.) So, somehow 0-0 at the break.
After the interval we allowed Swindon some kicks of the ball. We stopped giving the ball to Isgrove, our main threat 1st half, and let Swindon come on to us. Even then, Davies only had one half decent stop to make at his near post. With tremendous backing from the away support, on came Josh Scowen for the disappointing Fletcher. And who was that, whipping in a teasing cross which missed everyone apart from SSW who banged it home with the confidence of a Young Jack in a field in Barnsley, midweek?
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| The County Ground, bathed in sunshine |
A few minutes remained and Swindon came at us, once. A ball was laid back and with the goal gaping, that man Scowen threw himself across to block the shot (I’m cheating here, I thought it was a centre half, but it looked like Scowen on TV). We appear to have a TEAM willing to do whatever is necessary to win a game. Were we lucky? Well, wasn’t it Gary Player who once said ‘Yes. And the harder I work, the luckier I get.’ Well done BFC, a tremendous victory.
*** Watkins.
** Isgrove.
* Scowen.
Londontykes' Top 3:
1. Watkins / Isgrove
3. Mawson / Brownhill
Despatches:
Drink du jour: Verdett Belgian witte bier in the pub, followed by a disappointing array of strong but s*** lager. Kroney, Stella and something Polish on the train.
Away: 477. Great atmosphere from the off. Made a change standing at the back with the vocalites. Andy and I still can’t bring ourselves to join in anything approaching worship of Little Lee though. All he’s doing is what we said he should have done months ago. (Bah humbug). You know, 2 up top, others joining in the attack, kicking the ball forwards not sideways, etc
The Damage:
30 travel
25 ent
3.80 an abysmal hotdog which had obviously been sitting for a while. 40 mins in and the ‘steak and ale pie’ had run out. I’ll try not to let it ruin my day.
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| I don't miss that away end. In winter. With horizontal snow. |
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| Hometime. |
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| It's cosy in 'ere. |
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| Magnificent silhouettes |
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| Behind the goal, pre-match |
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| Back of the Arkell's |
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