I decided to go and watch and was glad I did, though the result doesn’t do us any justice at all. Radcliffe was very much like Woodley, a fairly average team. The three teams occupying the bottom three spaces of the division.
Again, another team line up, with two or three changes to that of Saturday. For me and probably all the other Town supporters, it becomes difficult to keep tabs on the all the names and faces that come in and out of the club – another season with what seems like another 60-70+ players who have donned the red shirt.
We fell behind to a scrappy goal, but for an hour we carved out some excellent chances, with Luke Smith deservedly getting a corker just before half time. Their keeper made two sensational reflex saves in the second half that just gave you that feeling that the bastards would go up the other end and score – and they did. The relief on the Radcliffe players faces summed it all up, they are virtually guaranteed safety, and another lucrative home fixture with FC United to look forward too next year. The dejection on the Brid players faces, some possibly in tears (it looked like it), was scant reward for their heroic efforts tonight.
A few words about the officials – Wankers, Bastards, Awful, shite, shocking, money grabbing gits………..get the point ?
Then to cap it all, I get home, turn on the TV in the back room, to see Maluda of Chelsea crossing aimlessly into the opponents box only for John Arne Riise of Liverpool to score one of the best diving headers I’ve seen in ages – albeit into his own net. I hear a shout from upstairs, I go up only to find little zin, the Liverpool fan, kneeling on his bed watching the TV and sobbing his little heart out. Gutted.
Must have been something about the home red shirts versus the away blue shirts tonight, that brought heartache to those of us following the reds.
