Well it’s been a while since i have followed up on the Angry Camels Tour from a few seasons back, so after being chased up by a friend on the Vital platform to write for them again, with him reminding me it is some three years on, wow, that long ago, I decided to put finger to keys and start typing again but for not606, maybe with the odd article thrown in for Rug... As my journey took me towards the Costa Del Medway, what a weird and wonderful day it was to turn out to be, my journey before even reaching the local Tavena pass a Bentley, registration Gils FC, assume one of the directors. Having reached liquid refreshment, the establishment was rammed packed inside and out, were the supporters here because of the glorious sunshine with Sol flowing in plenty, or had they all read their crystal balls early this morning to note today is the day you do not miss this game! At the ground it was the usual case of Mad Dogs and Englishman in the Mid-Day sun, with even the genuine article conveying his best wishes to the club and supporters. What a nice touch from the man that brought us the title, that before the negative Taylor replacement. The latter having killed the lifelong blue blood out of me and the first time in over forty years that I nearly fell to sleep during a game. Like I said to friends during alcohol consumption, the 5-1 defeat at Orient was enough to tip any sane supporter over the edge, so there was never any chance for me. But this was a day for beautiful Paella, I hear from a friend served in the Rainham End, praising the food as much has the performance on the pitch, and what a performance. Sheffield United, over 1,800 travelling supporters in their red and white stripes, but after today’s game they all looked more like limp shrimp. With their players on the pitch like the peas you always get thrown in as the odd after thought to a meal. Whereas the Gills, well savoury paella flavour of the day and all topped off with a Dack-quiri, like the strawberry on top after leading 3-0 before smashing the net with the fourth. I celebrated like that mad man in the sun for too long for the fourth, more than I did for the previous three but it was something real special that ended a brilliant day. Anyone that missed this game probably missed the best if not the best quality game I have seen in a long while, in that I include our championship year. I know it’s too easy to get excited after the first game and being Gills it will probably all blow up in our face, but at the moment I just want to savour the delights, like a Barcelona fountain, bring on your Bradford’s and Wigan’s cause I tell you what, on today’s performance, we are rocking - League One beware! The Blades were smashed not just out of sight but into obilivion and not for the usual 45 minutes but the full 90. We played like a team, not a one man Cody band but a TEAM. Sorry had to get that in there. On the player front, I was well impressed with number six Jackson, throw-ins like a missile, shots like a rocket, runs like a hare out of the traps, he ripped them apart. Along with Dickenson who covered every blade of grass, unlike the sorry Blades themselves. If forecasts were built on one game, Justin Edinburgh is the magician already with just another 45 games to go...but like Scally I saw today wandering the terraces, anything can happen. Maybe Mr Chairman wanted to taste the Paella as well or as the Spaniards would say Bonito. Well done lads UTG
