Well we got nothing and if you don’t hit the onion bag you ain’t going to win. Two poor sides out there today. Congratulations on the points.
Despite City doing a lot of the attacking down their left, I thought that young Ryan Andrews did very well for his first home game. There are few that come through from the youth side that make the grade, or they disappear out on loan forever.
We got the result we needed today, maybe not what we deserved but there have been a few games where we did not get the result we deserved Bristol City deserved at least a goal if not a draw but we ground out a result and maybe we can see in the next few games what we have been denied for at least half of this season Youorns
The Championship is daft. Blackburn still only four points above us, despite our horrible run of results. I watched some of their game v Hull, and both sides had a recognizable system of playing. Sad to say, Watford don't have.
Let's hope the Watford management team were watching too as we have them next week. I think Blackburn had most of the game but just couldn't score.
My half time comment was: somewhere there is a wall with paint drying... 1-0 up at HT in a season like this and still moaning!
I think most were thinking there is a danger we can still throw this away and even when we got the 2nd BC looked more dangerous!
I regarded that as inevitability rather than a danger so it didn't enter the conversation! The mindnumbing lack of quality however...
From the match program - a touching tribute to an old acquaintance of mine from his wife, and, whilst sad to read about, one that brought back many happy memories for me. Dick and I were part of the same Rookery crew and travelled together to away games from the mid 60s until 1970 - by car, train, coach and even hitch-hiking. For a while, in promotion year, we worked nearby to each other and twice a week would meet at the Coachmakers in the High St for lunch - pie/pint/game of darts. We also had a hitch-hiking/camping holiday in Europe - the first night of which we got absolutely plastered in Brussels. Leaving the back street pub at 1:00am, we looked for somewhere to pitch our tent - and, too drunk to manage to pitch it, we simply lay it on some grass and slept on top of it. When daylight woke us up we found that what we thought was a park or a field was actually the central reservation of a four lane road leading to a large church called the Basilique. His wife is right - he was a lovely guy and a good friend. Perhaps unsurprisingly, I completely lost touch with him when I emigrated to Oz - never saw him again but never forgot him.
