‘WE WANT JOHNSON OUT, WE WANT JOHNSON OUT!!!’
What a strange world. A year and a half ago, I nearly landed myself in a fight with other Reds fans for chanting ‘Johnson Out’ at a game. Now, everyone’s at it, as I’m joined by the entire away end, notwithstanding the barrage of expletives casually drizzled on top. Who knew that Reds fans’ favourite words began with ‘f’ ‘s’ or ‘c’? Certainly the locals of Ashton Gate, who, bar scoring, were silent to a man.
Shame then that we gave them something to cheer about, despite bossing the 1st half. I hate it when the ball’s at the other end, cos seeing our goals are that much more difficult! Either way I could see a shot take a deflection (Mowatt off Moncur) but, even sweeter, their mob were still whistling about a foul which might have been given against Marley. Their bloke stayed down, we played on, we scored. Like the stadium needed anymore vitriol added to the mix after Little Lee’s defection. We’d even hit a post earlier (Kent?). It was all too easy and they looked frightened to death.
The warning sign was there though. It was emblazoned in large letters ‘ROBERTS’ as he himself got injured before HT. F*** f*** f***ity f***. We scrabbled to see who was on the bench. (Where’s Jackson?) We figure ‘Evans’ must be a defender. Cos it’s either him or Ryan Williams to play centre half. Christ. Baton down the hatches, anyone?
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| Welcome to...the away end. |
What a strange world. A year and a half ago, I nearly landed myself in a fight with other Reds fans for chanting ‘Johnson Out’ at a game. Now, everyone’s at it, as I’m joined by the entire away end, notwithstanding the barrage of expletives casually drizzled on top. Who knew that Reds fans’ favourite words began with ‘f’ ‘s’ or ‘c’? Certainly the locals of Ashton Gate, who, bar scoring, were silent to a man.
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| City Ultras? Bless. |
Shame then that we gave them something to cheer about, despite bossing the 1st half. I hate it when the ball’s at the other end, cos seeing our goals are that much more difficult! Either way I could see a shot take a deflection (Mowatt off Moncur) but, even sweeter, their mob were still whistling about a foul which might have been given against Marley. Their bloke stayed down, we played on, we scored. Like the stadium needed anymore vitriol added to the mix after Little Lee’s defection. We’d even hit a post earlier (Kent?). It was all too easy and they looked frightened to death.
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| Good job that new stand's got an upper tier. |
The warning sign was there though. It was emblazoned in large letters ‘ROBERTS’ as he himself got injured before HT. F*** f*** f***ity f***. We scrabbled to see who was on the bench. (Where’s Jackson?) We figure ‘Evans’ must be a defender. Cos it’s either him or Ryan Williams to play centre half. Christ. Baton down the hatches, anyone?
Well, said baton didn’t last 10 minutes, as a cross was headed down and the loose ball fell to their only player, Abrahams. (Actually, he’s not their player, he’s Chelsea’s, but he looked a class above anything else on the pitch.) Their crowd wake up. They camp in our half…which is the perfect opportunity for us to break upfield. Armstrong (Armstrong!) races at their defence, lays it off to Moncur (Moncur!) who rifles it in from 20 yards. I can’t believe what I am seeing. The away end goes potty. Cue more obscene chants aimed at the Poisoned Dwarf. This is fun.
At 2-1, I felt a hell of a lot better than 1-0. We knew we could CONCEDE, but now we showed we could do something offensively. A minute or 2 later, we’re breaking again, past the halfway line, and our player (Scowen?) is either tripped or pulled and goes down. He’s clear of their bloke, we’re 4 on 3, he’s comfortable in possession. Not even a free kick, nevermind a yellow. In a season of poor decisions, this is one of the worst I’ve seen yet.
How long does our lead last? 5 minutes. A hopeful ball is chipped up and Paterson does well, cutting inside and lifting it over the hapless Jones (another loanee who’s simply not good enough) before dinking it over Davies into an empty net. Simples. But don’t worry, we won’t have to wait long for the winner; a few mins more and Flint bangs in a header from a corner. Who says we don’t miss Roberts? A few City to our left (there were only a few City to our left!) return our earlier request:’Johnson, what’s the score?’ However, their hearts are more in celebrating their team winning than giving their chief midget any dues.
The game peters out, seemingly with them keeping the ball for ages down by their own corner flag. Ho hum. As Dave said ‘at least that means they’ll have to keep him for another season.’ Silver linings and all that. Well done Bristol City; you’ve spent millions and avoided relegation. Little Lee even has time to come on and shake his fists in celebration at the Reds fans. I missed it, but I say good luck to him. If we dish it out, he’s entitled to give it back, a la Winnall and THAT celebration. Let’s not pretend like we’re precious or anything.
*** Roberts. F*** it. 1-0 up, he gets injured. We lose 3-1.
** Moncur. ‘Scored’ two. Ish. Cannot track back to save his life tho.
* Scowen. Ran about. I like a man who runs about.
Londontykes' MOTM: 1. Moncur 2= Roberts/Scowen |
| Zoom in. #33...Will Smith??? |
At 2-1, I felt a hell of a lot better than 1-0. We knew we could CONCEDE, but now we showed we could do something offensively. A minute or 2 later, we’re breaking again, past the halfway line, and our player (Scowen?) is either tripped or pulled and goes down. He’s clear of their bloke, we’re 4 on 3, he’s comfortable in possession. Not even a free kick, nevermind a yellow. In a season of poor decisions, this is one of the worst I’ve seen yet.
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| The view from behind the goal. |
How long does our lead last? 5 minutes. A hopeful ball is chipped up and Paterson does well, cutting inside and lifting it over the hapless Jones (another loanee who’s simply not good enough) before dinking it over Davies into an empty net. Simples. But don’t worry, we won’t have to wait long for the winner; a few mins more and Flint bangs in a header from a corner. Who says we don’t miss Roberts? A few City to our left (there were only a few City to our left!) return our earlier request:’Johnson, what’s the score?’ However, their hearts are more in celebrating their team winning than giving their chief midget any dues.
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| Woo hoo! We are a winner! |
The game peters out, seemingly with them keeping the ball for ages down by their own corner flag. Ho hum. As Dave said ‘at least that means they’ll have to keep him for another season.’ Silver linings and all that. Well done Bristol City; you’ve spent millions and avoided relegation. Little Lee even has time to come on and shake his fists in celebration at the Reds fans. I missed it, but I say good luck to him. If we dish it out, he’s entitled to give it back, a la Winnall and THAT celebration. Let’s not pretend like we’re precious or anything.
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| Ashton Gate panorama |
*** Roberts. F*** it. 1-0 up, he gets injured. We lose 3-1.
** Moncur. ‘Scored’ two. Ish. Cannot track back to save his life tho.
* Scowen. Ran about. I like a man who runs about.
Despatches:
Kent had his moments. Even looked dangerous once. Armstrong never had a kick – till his role in the 2nd goal. A waste of a space. Can’t we give Ryan Williams a run out in the #10 role? At least he’s our player. Lee came on. He was funny. Or s***. One of the two. (Do players get picked based on who their dad is? Cos mine is Pele!) Janko looked decent…till the fans chanted his name, whereupon he turned into someone else. Davies had little to do (apart from the small matter of 3 conceded) MacDonald was alright while Marley was physical without being overly involved. Overall, I can’t question the commitment, but what a hole Roberts’ absence left.
Oh, and going back to the abuse, there's nothing like seeing a 7 year old start a 'Lee Johnson's a wan*er, he wears a wan*er's hat' chant. 'Does he even know what a wan*er is?' asks Dave. Probably not, but he knows who is one.
Onwards and upwards!
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| Happier days...the Super Reds come over pre-match. |
Drink du jour: With Katrin in tow, we had a Selwood-inspired pub crawl down King Street. A craft ale in a vegan pub (thankfully, my hot dog wasn’t…and it was the best one I’ve ever had…the sauce…the lashings of pulled pork over it…..hmmmmmm). Oh yeah, then another beer emporium, possibly called ‘The Beer Emporium’ (Erdinger) and the Tobacco Factory after the match. Sadly all nearly ruined by the choice of Fosters or Stella for the return journey. We need to source a decent offy if we’re gonna go there again!
Away: 600 and odd rude, obnoxious, bitter ba5tards. Fabulous!!!!!!
The Damage:
20 train. Bargain.
25 ent. Not a bargain.
The Tunes:
Careless Love (Madeleine Peyroux)
Mixmag Aug 11 (Above and Beyond)
Mixmag Dec 06 (Steve Angello)
Spirit of Eden (Talk Talk)
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| The future's bright |
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| Is that roof a bit...odd? |
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