BFC 0-1 Hull City, Saturday 21st October 2017

‘Ze answer, my friends, eez blowin’ in ze wind’

Walking towards the Theatre of Doom.

After a couple of decent results in our last 2 games, in come struggling (but not as struggling as us) Hull City Tigers.  Surely a game we have to give ourselves a chance of winning, and we do; Hecky has finally given us what we want, two up top. So tis our fault, as the ‘experiment’ proves a resounding failure.  Ugbo (reputed wage at Chelsea: £25k/week; reputed worth at Oakwell: £2.50/week) is hapless, never in the game.  Partner Bradshaw, who cut a very lone figure up front last week while being beaten up against Boro, uses the presence of a partner to hide behind defenders all day long.  I don’t know how he’s bagged 7 this season already, cos for me, all he does is stand still when balls are about to be delivered into the box.  MOVE IN FRONT OF YOUR MAN, MAN!  FFS.  Lineker and Rush didn’t score gazillions of goals while standing still.

The teams meet 'n' greet.

Anyway, I’m glad I’ve got that off my chest, cos after the match I was probably the least angry there.  They were s***, we were sh*tter (we lost!).  Reedy meantime was furious.  A Hull fan at the station said ‘I don’t know how we won that.  We were s***’ to which Andy told him ‘I DON’T CARE!’ before turning his back on said Tiger.  On the train to London I feared a fight with Terriers, as Andy (and Nice Guy Chris) were too loud too many times in pointing out how in all the years we’ve travelled up to watch the Super Reds, we’ve never seen any Huddersfield, until the day they beat ManUre in the Premiershit.  And to top it all, while Andy has a friendly conversation with a Forest fan in the pub in St. Pancras, another Forest numpty comes up and his opening gambit is ‘Call me a scab and I’ll punch you.’  Charming.  ‘I haven’t called you a scab this season’ Andy retorts (he never went to the midweek home game).  Berserker is back.

Tigers!  Tigers!

Course, I could understand his anger regards the game.  Hull didn’t have a shot on target, till they did…and scored.  What was it?  78^th minute or sumfing?  Even their fans at one point could be heard chanting ‘All we want is a shot’.  Jackson goes off injured and within a minute, a corner comes in, a player drops off, flicks it on and somebody who cost 7 million scores on the backpost.  Unlucky?  Hardly.  2 mins later, they try EXACTLY the same corner, only this time the guy with the 1^st header has it saved.  Still, well done BFC.  We have turned a nailed on nil-nil into a defeat.  ‘But Davies never had a save to make, whereas….’  Whereas WHAT?  We had a couple of efforts scrambled off the line and a Ryan Hedges snapshot which surprised everybody bar the keeper.  It was poor fayre for the supporter starved of decent football.  Going 4-4-2 (Ugbo in for Potts) didn’t seem to help anybody as few Reds players impressed.  But at least I’d get to watch the HC Tigers in their tigery stripes.  That always helps takes the edge off the appalling play.  So they wore blue, obvs.  Crap all round.

The stewards attempt to disrupt a democratic protest.  Why?

*** Jackson.  Won everything.
** Williams.  Made a few tackles.

* Fryers.  Made some great runs down the left.  Shame nobody bothered to find him.

Twitter MOTM: Williams, I think.

Londontykes' MOTM: 1. Jackson  2. McCarthy  3. Williams

Despatches:This will be short.  The forwards were s*** and the midfield created FA.
Onwards and upwards!
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