Rotherham v Gillingham, sat oct 27th, New York Stadium, 1-3
Gillingham are a team I do not like. They are always dirty and try to trick the ref by throwing themselves to the floor as if shot by a sniper. Still, we were playing great, scoring for fun, and had won six in a row at fortress New York. What could go wrong? Well a lot it transpires. I had agreed to work in the morning and saw two separate single magpies. Ian hadn’t washed his lucky undies so couldn’t wear them. (He has technically never washed his lucky undies himself!). We didn’t have any victory mints. Oh, and the team forgot how to play football.
Vicky and Alex had gone off to Sofia in Bulgaria, so Vicky was to miss ANOTHER home game, loaning her season ticket to James. Here are some lovely photos of that trip to cheer us up.
So, back at the New York
Warne, the fitness coach, had decided to tinker with the defence. In his we had conceded six goals in the last two games. Much to my horror, there was no playing of Frank Sinatra’s New York, New York just before kick off. I really started to get nervous at that point. One minute later my fears came true as a cross into the box was completely missed by the keeper, and all the defence, leaving a Gillingham player free to score. The rest of the half we didn’t play too bad, had a few chances, but didn’t score. 0-1 half time.
The second half kicked off and one minute later our trouble doubled. A cross into the box was completely missed by Mike, the keeper being nowhere, leaving an unmarked Gillingham player free to score. 0-2. We tried to get back in it. Even scored. Keiffer Moore breaking away to slot home his 12th league goal. But it all went pear shaped with ten mins to go when Joe Mattock managed to get sent off (again) for his part in a melee. Soon after Gillingham put a cross into the box, the keeper missed it, leaving an unmarked Gillingham player to score.* 1-3.
That was that. A horrible performance against horrible opponents where we shot ourselves in the foot three times. You can be sure I will be washing those lucky undies before the next game.
Next up, Crewe away in the cup.
Man of the match
Ian - Moore
Jackie - Moore
*To save me repeating this sentence, or a very similar one, ad nauseum, from now to the end of the season, I will be using the word ‘Rodeked’.
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