BFC 0-1 Millwall, Saturday 2nd October 2021

‘Anyone can beat anyone in this league…apart from us’

I remember when Saturday was the best day of the week. You worked hard all week and you were rewarded with a match and a few pints (and half a bottle of vodka). What do I get now? A 2 hour drive to get soaked in the rain (surely the weather will be as glorious as it was in County Durham?) And since when were my trainers no longer waterproof? Then, in the pub, I get scolded by Mr Jones snr cos he hasn’t had chance to speak to #1 son cos I’m talking to him. Christ, he’s had 50 years to speak to him. I even got asked to stop singing on my way out of Oakwell, though I can understand that – even I don’t like my voice. Come to think, why did I have the Bros ‘classic’ ‘When will I be famous?’ running through my head? Surely it’s lesser known B-side ‘when will I next leave Oakwell not depressed’ was more apt.

Yet it started so, so….a bit better than it has been of late. Schopp rang in the changes, putting Devante Cole and Iseka up top in place of the ineffective Oduor and Freezer. Cauley dropped deep, making it a 3-5-2, but the pace of Cole and Iseka looked promising. If only we had someone capable of putting a ball on a plate for them. As it was, for all the pretty football, the half hour resulted in only one Reds chance, as Cole charged down a defender and ran clean through. The finish, on target though it was, was woeful. No confidence, easily saved. Did someone say he’s a centre forward? Still, his dad often needed 5 chances to score a goal, so, at this rate, I predict Devante will bag in January.

At the other end, we looked comfortable, though we still nearly gave them an opener early on as Collins fumbled a soft effort straight into the path of the centre forward. There’s nothing like creating your own opportunity to pull off a remarkable save, as Collins jumped back up to block. (TV replays confirmed I’m being harsh on Collins, as the original shot took a wicked deflection – I admit, I had a tip-off.)

The second half was simply abysmal. I think our 1st touch in their half was 5 minutes in, and offside. Cole, then Iseka, went off, but what is there left to say? Kicking towards the Ponty, the best we could do was a late 5 on 4 that Brittain blazed into the crowd from inside the box. This went nicely with his usual 25 yarder high, wide and not very handsome. Will SOMEONE ban this guy from shooting? He simply CANNOT do it. Mind, this wasn’t a problem last season as he delivered a succession of great crosses into the box. Nowadays, he has metamorphosed into Chris Shuker, a useless irritant whose only redeeming factor is his ability to run around a bit. Still, well played for the interview with Radio Sheffield afterwards, where he admitted the team were low on confidence (really!?) and had no plan on how to score a goal. Stick THAT on your gravestone, Schopp. (Genuinely, it was a refreshing change to hear a player speak plainly rather than the usual PR guff, so I respect Brittain for that at least.)

As the game wore on, occasional chants of ‘Schopp Out’ could be heard. Millwall sent on Tom Bradshaw (no danger there) and the towering Matt Smith. So it came as no surprise to see Mi’wa’ get a corner and NO-ONE pick up their tallest player. I mean, why would you? I’d position myself next to a dwarf and claim to be marking somebody too. That time, we had a let-off, as Smith headed straight at Collins. We weren’t so lucky in the last minute, as a looping corner from Wallace found Wallace, who had the simple task of getting it on target. Let the arguments commence, but I blame Collins – that corner looped so high, the keeper (unimpeded) had plenty of time to come off his line. He didn’t, 0-1 Mi’wa’ and ‘We want Schopp out’ ringing out from the home end. We are doomed.

Onwards and upwards!

*** Loko. Gave him a lift and received not only free beer, but a homemade lamb curry. Sunday’s dinner is SORTED!
** Whoever gave Nice Guy Chris coronavirus. Chris doesn’t know how lucky he was to miss this latest travesty
* The Reds Box Office. I forgot my season card. ‘Can I have a replacement ticket please?’ ‘Are you a Millwall fan?’ Eh!!??

*** Kitching. Are we playing a sweeper system these days? Cos if anyone’s making a last ditch tackle, or covering a run, it’s Kitching. Official MOTM
** Helik. Won his battles….and ended up on the left wing as we became more desperate.
* Cole. Go on then. Almost looked dangerous in that 1st half hour.

Londontykes' MOTM: 1. Kitching 2. Iseka 3. Helik

Despatches:
I meant to have a pork pie in the Old Number 7, forgot, and subsequently went hungry for the rest of the day. Got home, ordered a Chinese…then couldn’t go out cos the care company assigned to my dad don’t have the staff and I had to help out. I blame Brexit. Then when I did go to collect my takeaway, one cash machine was out of order and the other one devoured my card. My team is s***, my town is s***, my dad’s care company is s*** (but rest assured they’re claiming for 2 carers* from the NHS)

* can I say, the actual carers are first class. The company they’re working for are absolute shysters.

The players? What can I say? I know Schopp is taking all the blame, but surely he’s not telling them to go out there and be f***ing useless? Surely? Matters reached a new nadir at full-time as Cauley reacted to some abuse by rowing with the fans. There is something rotten in the state of Oakwell.

Drink du jour: A beautiful, beautiful, pint of Weihenstephaner before a rose lemonade.

Away: 511. I also needed the presence of police from DURHAM and NORTHUMBRIA constabularies. Are you seriously telling me there’s not enough coppers in Yorkshire for a minimal away support? And who pays for all this? BFC?

The Damage:
£3 programme
£32 petrol
= £35

The Tunes:
Lullabies to Violaine (Cocteau Twins)
Fighting Talk (BBC 5live)
Craig Charles’ Funk and Soul Show (BBC 6Music)

Thank goodness for a toasty car and a show like this. For a couple of hours I could forget all about what went before, even if it did lash it down the entire way. I can’t wait for next week. (International break.)

BFC 0-2 Millwall, Saturday 17th March 2018

‘They’re down. Definitely.’

Welcome to...the old Main Stand.

There were some angry people in the Old Number 7 after the match on Satdy.  Was there a worse performance this season? Well, there’s been plenty of competition.  But for sheer tactical ineptitude, this took some beating. How many centre forwards did we have on the pitch towards the end?  4 or 5?  Well, I wouldn’t care, but the only one capable of scoring (Swansea City’s Ollie McBurnie) was centre midfield by this point. F*** me.  Every time I sensed a change, I was waiting for McBurnie to be put up top, but no, he went from left wing, to left midfield, to ambling around in the centre circle.  WTF is this new coach DOING?  I cannot believe he’s passed whatever coaching badges he needs (did he buy them online?) cos it was a masterclass in how NOT to manage a team.  

Maaaan, it was cold.

Farnham summed it up perfectly: 'it was like watching a kids v dads game where all the youngsters came on to play up front.'  What formation were we playing?  It looked like 3-1-6 to me, bet Neil Harris hadn’t planned for that. Not that’s it’s any good as only one of the 6 knows where the goal is and he was stuck out on the left wing.  A more positive view (!) came from Pompey: 'Anyway any manager who can play a 3-1-6 formation deserves special praise I don’t care what the game situation!!'  All fun and games.

The teams line up.

From the off, we had Thiam on the right, McB on the left and Moore looking every inch the carthorse at the spearhead.  Gardner, Potts and Mallan to provide the creativity from midfield.  At least we were spared the Williams/Gardner combo.  Reedy has likened their inability to play together to England’s Lampard and Gerrard.  Well, if this is our ‘Golden Generation’ we need to call Houston.  We have a problem.

West (old Main) Stand seats.

For 20 odd minutes, all was well.  The game wasn’t going anywhere (hurrah, another point!) till Mallan, filling in for Williams, does what Williams does and gives them the ball in a dangerous position. Another pass later, they’re clean through and Townsend is picking the ball out of the net.  Their first shot on target?  Probably.  Still, I s’pose we bought Mallan to create, and boy, did he manage that.  0-1.  We proceed to not look like scoring, while the weather bounces from glorious sunshine to snow blizzard and back again.

Looking towards the away end during a sunnier spell.

I was continuing my tour of the ground.  My dad refuses to come till we start winning (!) and he looks more the sage with every week.  So I went for the West upper this week.  Cosy, dark…and the advantage of stanchions in the way.  I could have done with a few more, cos I could still see enough of the action to realise how s*** we are.  Plus, if truth be told, I was a bit lonely, not fancying moaning constantly to complete strangers.

The view from the old Main Stand.

Half time, Mallan is dragged off.  Bit harsh but I can understand.  Moncur is on.  Christ.  How many hapless ‘creative’ central midfielders do we have?  And how bad must McGeehan be, if he’s behind Mallan, Moncur and Kajagoogoo in the pecking order?  Worryingly, Moncur goes on to show he possibly IS our best midfielder, puts his foot on the ball, beats players, makes runs, and in one glorious move, plays a one-two, gets to the edge of the box and sidefoots an effort towards the bottom corner, which the keeper tips around the post.  (The keeper tipped a similar shot from Lindsay around the post, while McBurnie’s hook over the keeper was cleared off the line.)

Moncur on...we MUST be in trouble.

Unfortunately, this is to give the impression we were somewhat in the match.  Let’s ignore the 30 yard strike into our top corner for 0-2, a goal from the moment it left his foot. Now, Reds, here’s an idea: when kicking WITH the wind, use it to your advantage and HAVE A GO.  Millwall did and look what happened.  Fair play to ‘em.  We didn’t, and look what happened to us.  Little over an hour gone and quite a few fans take this opportunity to leave.  Good call.

0-2, clueless coaching, weather closing in, match going on....Ponty emptying.

Millwall miss the best two chances, Townsend saving a one-on-one and another being stabbed wide.  We are all over the place.  Morais finally sticks on a winger…but takes off a central defender and Gardner has to move to centre half.  This coach is making things up as he goes.  I go downstairs and stand in a blizzard for the last 10, while using a stanchion as protection.  Full time can’t come quick enough.

The last few mins are played out in a blizzard.

It is now 11 home games without a win and counting.  Not a sniff of victory at Oakwell for over 4 months.  Time is fast running out, and what with Brumingham finally bagging a win, things are looking bleak for us.  We’ve only won something like 2 games against the top 20 and we haven’t any games left versus anybody else.  We look as doomed as we have at any stage this season.  Oh well.  We might win more games next season.  Might.

Onwards and upwards!

The distant hills are a whiteout.

*** Yiadom.  Constantly trying to create, look for a pass, do SOMETHING.  Not faultless, laying a chance on a plate for them, but his tracking back helped the player put the one-on-one chance wide.
** Moncur.  Aside from Yiadom, the only Reds player not to s*** himself in possession.

* Gardner.  Tidied up, covered, rarely gave ball away.

Twitter MOTM: Thiam (I’m told). Wasn’t announced at the game, problies cos they heard fans laughing when it was announced we could vote for the MOTM.

Londontykes' MOTM: 1. Yiadom  2. Gardner  3. No-one

West Stand bogs (with added roof, since the last time I was here).

Despatches:
What’s your record for number of Walnut Whips in a day?  One?  Phil did 3 on Satdy and still bought another packet ‘for my mates’ (hoping we’d not have one).  His final tally of 4 is still pretty impressive.

I quite enjoyed the 1pm KO. Still time for a pre-match pint (literally: one) but time for a post-match autopsy in the #7 before catching a train to Sheff and another couple in the Tap.  Probably one reason Reedy and I did so poorly on our bottle of vodka – too much beer!

The players?  Well, apart from the aforementioned: Townsend: S***.  Penniless: S***.  Lindsay: S***.  Jackson: S***.  Potts: S***.  Mallan: S***.  Thiam: S***.Moore: S***.  McBurnie: Played out of position.

Which reminds me.  I walked into the Old Number 7 after the game.  Molly had baggsied a table (he left when the 2^nd went in).  ‘He needs sacking.’  That was it. No ‘hello’. No ‘mine’s a pint.’  'He needs sacking.'  I concur.  Has any 'permanent' BFC manager ever completely lost the faith of the faithful within 5 games?  Not in my memory.

Seeing out the last 5...a lonely experience.

Drink du jour: Wheat beer all the way (Erdinger and whatever the Sheffield Tap had) plus vodka, followed by pale ale in St P.  Then home (after falling asleep on a nightbus; where the hell IS ‘Clapham Park’?) then getting home, watching The Championship (glutton for punishment) and falling asleep on the couch.

Away: 740. At least they enjoyed themselves.

The Damage:
£30 train
£3 prog
£25 away shirt
= £58

The Tunes:
Favourite Worst Nightmare (Arctic Monkeys)
Fading Frontier (Deerhunter)
Fabric 84 (Mathew Jonson)

A deceptive Oakwell panorama.

Oakwell panorama.

The East Stand and the few gluttons still left.

The Ponty in busier times.

In the old Main Stand.

Come on you Reds! (1)

Come on you Reds! (2)

Millwall 1-3 BFC, Saturday 30th September 2017

‘It’s happening again
It’s happening again
Just like at Wembley
It’s happening again’

Welcome to...the beautiful symmetry of Millwall

Whisper it, but Millwall could yet turn into one of my favourite away games.  Yeah, yeah, I can be home within half an hour of full-time, that’s a given.  They also always let us beat them (5 in a row and counting), but, having forsaken the cosy surrounds of the Mudlark in London Bridge, we now have the Broocey bonus of the Bermondsey Beer Mile – an inspired choice from beer brand manager Loko.  The Hawkes Cidery offered the rare treat of a pre-match craft cider (the Black Cherry, presumably named after the ingredients rather than the Goldfrapp album, was delicious).  And they still had a pilsner and a bitter on for the uninitiated.  A decent turnout too, with half the Jones family there as well as assorted Londontykes.  Note to self: get there earlier next season; we didn’t have near enough time pre-match drinking.  (There must be 10 different micro breweries operating under the railway arches; Slacki reckons next time we have a free Satdy, we should do a crawl.  ‘Err…next week then?’  Maybe not.)

Millwall traditions, old and new.

We then walked to the Den, yours truly ensuring everyone knew we were Barnsley by wearing a red BFC tracky top.  Funny how everyone else was undercover…you’d think Mi’wa’ had a reputation or summat.  Said reputation appeared confirmed when I called in at a Greggs near the stadium – one of only two I’ve ever seen employ bouncers (and at least the one in Barnsley was late on, when the drunks are scrapping).

Probably a welcome sight, all considered.

As ever, we cut it fine re: kick-off, and Andy and I were still putting up the flag when I looked up to see the Lions clean through, Davies pegging it off his line to block.  On such small margins are victories made.  We eventually got into the game and went ahead not long before half time when Barnes was released down the wing and his low cross was expertly guided in by Bradshaw.  We wallowed in the lead for all of 5 minutes…

Outside the New Den.

A ball was laid through and their lad looked odds-on to get there first.  However, Pearson, tracking back at pace made a tackle so utterly perfect the linesman had no choice but to flag for a penalty.  Christ on a bike.  It was clear as day behind the goal, but for a second time in a few weeks we’d conceded a controversial pen.  No wonder Hecky got himself sent to the stand.  I quite fancied having a word with the ref myself.  One-all.

Davies is sent the wrong way.

Course, we’re never happier than when we feel hard done to and in a carbon-copy of our first goal, Barnes knocks it across and Bradshaw guides is across the goalkeeper, who gets good contact, but fortunately can’t stop it going in.  The Den echoes to chants of ‘It’s happening again…it’s happening again…just like at Wembley…it’s happening again.’  It sounded haunting, and if Millwall didn’t have a complex about us before, I’m sure they do now.  A chill goes down my spine.

Barnsley defend the front post.

Davies makes another superb save and Bradshaw is dragged off, problies disappointed not to get the chance of a hattrick, but he was knackered.  On comes Thiam, who is a handful to say the least.  Millwall start piling men forward, but keep losing the ball, and there’s only one team going to score as we enjoy break after break.  From one, Thiam delivers to the back post and Potts must score…but he doesn’t, the keeper scrambling across to save. 

Welcome to...Hecky, sent to the stands, leans on barrier.

No need to panic though.  Jared Bird (who?) has come on as sub, slaloms past 3 players then gets chopped down by the shins.  A clear pen, so I was rather disappointed to hear Chris Iwelumo on The Championship say it was a dive.  The camera shot from the main stand is inconclusive, but if you were sat behind the goal you could see the kick.  Personally, I’m sure Bird wouldn’t have minded staying on his feet to slot home a la Maradona.  Thiam calmly strokes the ball into the corner while the keeper dives right.  3-1.  The game is ours.  ‘It’s happening again…..’  The last ten minutes are celebratory, while Mi’wa’ take the opportunity to leave early.  Let’s hope they’re not waiting at the railway station…

The Super Reds take their plaudits.

*** Williams.  Put his foot in, was up for a scrap (literally, at one point) and good distribution.
** Davies.  Didn’t put a foot wrong and crucial saves at 0-0 and 2-1 (the latter from a bullet header which he held).
* Thiam.  If we insist on playing with one up front, it’s gotta be this lad, he’s a proper handful.  Though what Bradshaw thinks of the fans constantly chanting Mamadou’s name after he’s hit two, who knows???

Londontykes' MOTM: 1. Williams  2. McGeehan  3. Davies

Despatches:

Bradshaw didn’t do owt, apart from score 2.  Barnes didn’t do owt, apart from create 2.  Pearson had his best game yet at left back (and still gave away a pen), while Jackson and Lindsay again looked solid.  Or were Millwall sh*t?  McCarthy had his usual good game, while Potts only got the ball taken off him once while ambling up the park (he reminds me of ‘Dangerous’ Brian O’Callaghan in this regard).  Hammill was again mister consistency and seems to be a real leader on the pitch.  I can see why some of you are calling for him to be captain.  Oh, and then there’s McGeehan.  I never really noticed him, to be honest, but the Luton fan at work (Deputy Head and PE teacher) absolutely guarantees that we have got ourselves a player here, albeit one that’s been out for 8 months with a broken something or other.  We shall see.  And there was still time for Hedges to come on and be the new Hamill: the one who p***es about with the ball by the corner flag, wasting time and frustrating the opposition no end.


All in all, a great day.  Hammill danced about at full time, waving his fingers ‘3-1’ and having to explain to Thiam that the fans were hailing him as their new hero.  Chris from Beckenham’s bet came in, and he was 80 quid richer, while Andy, Jim and The Captain came to my own turf of Peckham for celebratory beers in the Brick Brewery and John the Unicorn, intermittent showers preventing us going to Frank’s on the rooftop of the local multi-storey.  It’s all happening in Peckham!

Onwards and upwards!

Drink du jour: craft cider, craft weissbier, Jaipur. Well, that was my day!

Crowd: 12,147 (Away: 691)


The Damage:
£23 ent
£3 prog
= £26

Millwall v Barnsley panorama

Behind the away end; breezeblock central

The Super Reds; carriage

'Is there a fire drill?'

Check out railings to stop Mi'wa' harrassing the linesman!

Brick Brewery

BFC 3-1 Millwall (League 1 play-off final), Sunday 29th May 2016

'You can never have too much of a good thing'

Welcome to our new home.

Can I start with a disclaimer?  Whatever I write cannot do justice to this match, or our season. You had to be there.

And so it came to pass that the most memorable season since forever is finally over, 2 days off June. What began with high hopes and middled with desperation and abject misery has ended with the highest of highs, victorious at Wembley for promotion to the giddy stratosphere of the Championship. Goodbye Shrewsbury, Fleetwood, Oldham and other legendary Londontykes' away days this season, hello Wolverhampton, Brum and Dirty L**ds.  Joy.  Oh well, at least we won't have to face going to the Ricoh.

The meeting of the greats...Irn-Bru and Spongebob Squarepants (WTF?)

I don't think there's anything new to say about our rollercoaster season.  The whole land knows it.  Or should do. Beaten by non-league Altrincham in November, coupled with an 8 game losing league run.  And I wouldn't even mind but we finally hit literal rock bottom with THAT draw at home to the Blunts - yet Conor Hourihane's last minute equaliser proved to be the beginning, not the end.  And since signing the unknown Adam Hammill (!) it has been a non-stop party, both on the pitch and in the stands.  It has been, quite simply, the most unbelievable season I have ever known.  The sheer relentless winningness of the last 6 months.  (Of the last 10 games I've seen away from Oakwell, we've won 8 and drawn 2.)  The sheer, relentless losingness of the first 4 months.

In years to come, we'll remember this line up.

So, how apt that it should all end as it did - playing Mi'wa' off the park at Wembley to secure the final promotion place.  And, despite finishing 6th, who is to say we don't deserve it?  For the last half a year we have been the best team in the division.  This was the way to get promotion; how else would the Londontyke diaspora meet up in the same pub and sit together at the match and share the joy? From far and wide they came; Vienna, Bergen, Adelaide...Calgary.  Bl**dy hell.  Me?  I came from Peckham, so close to The Den that, when the wind is right, I can hear them from my garden (true).  I think there was a fan from Brazil there too, ginger bloke...well, he never put his Brazil flag down all night, from what I remember!

Londontykes celebrate in Mabels.

I think we're all agreed these two matches at Wembley (two!) have been about celebrating with friends and family at the 'home of football'.  None of this sending a text to someone with the result, or seeing them in the pub later, or never.  No, they were HERE, sharing the experience with the rest of us.  Thank god we won?  It was NEVER IN DOUBT.

Those Barnsley hordes

And we really did play them off the park.  Even the local 'Southwark News' says we deservedly won; in synopsis: 'They were better than us.'  To take the lead within 2 minutes was a dream come true. Lucky this wasn't Oakwell, or else I'd have almost certainly missed it.  Memory says Winnall won a flick on before Fletcher drove past 2 challenges to bury it into the far corner.  TV pictures say Winnall had no-one near him (the local rag did point out that their late injury was the bloke whose job it would have been to win that header).  Who cares!?  1-0.

Roberts drills one in.

After 19 minutes it was two and it looked like it could be a hammering.  The Mi'wa' defence ignore manager Harris's warnings about not letting Hammill cut inside and shoot...only to let Hammill cut inside and shoot.  But what can you do when he's, like, MILES better than you?  Easier said than done.  And once he's beaten 2 players he still only has to curl it into the top corner from 25 yards.  If he goes - what a way to sign off.  I love you Adam.

20 or so mins in, game over.

It was never going to be all Barnsley though was it?  And we have a slight wobble before half time, letting them pull one back.  Considering Beevors is Barnsley born and bred and used to be a season ticket holder, I make this 3-0 to Barnsley.  He rolls Roberts superbly in the scramble after a corner and sticks it in with his left.  Top striking.  Given we still win, I may even forgive Scowen for conceding the corner in the 1st place.

Wembley panorama

Half time comes and goes and so does a fair portion of the 2nd half with only one team looking like they'll score: us.  But that can't get in the way of a toilet break with Pompey (ooh-err) and as we re-enter (ooh-err), it's to see a cross come in and a Barnsley player flick the ball into the net.  GET THE F*** IN!!!!!!!!!  WE ARE THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Everyone bounces around hugging their nearest and dearest.  Or, in Pompey's case, me. (Stuart, however, passed us on his way out and missed the goal. Unlucky.)  Turns out to be Little Lloyd Isgrove, tiniest bloke this side of Little Lee (cnut) heading home from 4 yards. WHAT IS GOING ON???????

The lower tier light up a fat one in celebration.

Now all we have to do is sit back, let them commit too many men and hit them on the break.  Davies makes a couple of saves, but every time we look up it's 2 on 2, 3 v 3...and from one of these Marley Watkins is fouled, but no pen.  The ref must think Winnall's still on.  (Sorry, couldn't resist). Seriously, I was pleased for Marley; he was there during the s***, played a massive part in the recovery (and in particular, SSW's return to goalscoring form) and missed the Oxford game through injury.  A fitting end, seeing him out there sharing the glory.

Hammill leaves another Mi'wa' on his ar5e.

Oh, I nearly forgot.  That 3rd goal also enlivened a some Mi'wa' in the upper tier, trying to break through a line of stewards to attack what few Reds were up there.  I heard it described as 'shocking'...but how shocked was anybody to see this happen?  I for one think it was one of the reasons we didn't bring so many this time, compared to our last visit to Wembley, ooohhh...6 weeks ago.  Did I already mention we've already been to Wembley this season?

A couple come to blows (look carefully!)

And, after celebrating inside the stadium, it was back to where our day had started, 7 hours earlier...Mabels Tavern.  And where it wouldn't end till closing (again).  And where Hicksy got his money out for champers, having won £400 on today's result.  Who says betting with your heart doesn't work?  Lloyd Isgrove had to score ONE DAY...didn't he?

*** Obvs, they were all heroes.  Hourihane:  Great passing all day long, as well as the odd tackle.  Excellent deliveries from deadballs, including 2 daisycutters from corners which Super Sammy Winnall buried...into the stands.

** Hammill.  Cos he's class.  The goal of the season was the icing on the cake for a superb seasonal turnaround sparked by him.  I love you, Adam.

* Isgrove.  Finally, finally, all his running about got the goal his performances have deserved.  Good on you Lloyd - and good luck (if you don't remain on our bandwagon).

Londontykes MOTM: *** Hourihane   ** Hammill   * Isgrove

See you next season - same time, same place.  Anyone for Mabels pre-match?

YOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUU REDDDDDDDDDSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Damage:
£62 ent (plus another £62 for my other half, and £31 for a pensioner, but anyway...)
£6 programme

Full time.  You Reds!

Bob's head's lost weight...

A former rock star, at the match incognito.

The scourge of the 21st century.  (Selfies, not SSW)

Cometh the occasion...I love you Adam!!!!!!!

Pyrotechnics for division 3's 6th best team

Super Sammy Winnall celebrates.

And again.  Give someone else a turn, Sam.

Contrasting emotions at full time.

Conor lifts the cup!

The celebrations continue.

Pre-match line ups.

The Ponty, at Wembley.

See you next season?

The Millwall end.  Good turnout, considering how far they've come...

Junior Waddington into the spirit

Peter Beagrie and the Sky crew.

Reds' flags behind the goal.

Do I love you?  Indeed I do.

Toby meets and greets pre-match.

That Brazilian bloke, with interloper.