Bantams Lose Again

This is starting to become tedious, the Mighty Bantams sank to yet another defeat, against a team that quite frankly were rubbish. It looked promising the first half, we kept possession well, knocked the ball around a bit created a few chances. Then Brentford scored. Somebody needs to remind our players what division they are in, that they are not Aresenal, and to score goals, taking a shot now and again often proves conducive. Omar scares the shite out of opposing teams, but consistently runs down blind alleys when the chance to shoot presents itself. The second half was just plain woeful, and having to listen to the Right Honourable moan all the way through did nothing for my headache. Of course they scored again as our defence went into meltdown, they could have easily had three or four, before Bower scored from a scrambled corner. Maybe he should play up front, as his defending is becoming more erratic. Get to do it all again on Tuesday, as Chester roll into town. We are still stuck in the bottom four, but I figure if we start getting ourselves in front during games we can still turn our season around. Got wankered after the game with the Shoutster and the Boy down at Fannys Ale house in Saltaire, that Leffe sure is strong shit.

Baz Watch; On for 68 minutes. Oh dear. Big Baz probably had his worst showing this season, as his touch deserted him, and his moaning just irritated. He still put in plenty of effort, but if anybody needs a goal right now, it is our bald centre forward. His ballooned shot over the bar, when it was easier to score summed up his day, but the sections of the crowd who booed him off need reminding it's a team game, and they played with even less direction and skill after he went off.


Pie Rating; 5/10 Meat and Potato. I am afraid I have exhausted the pie selection at Valley Parade, so I decided to revisit the pie I had at the beginning of the season, but instead of Brown sauce I tried it with Ketchup. Big mistake. For beef based pies, the mighty brown is the only condiment that should be used, but in the interests of piequality, I thought it might give it a different spin. Consistency was still Chappie dog food, and was bland beyond belief, but there was plenty of filling. Indigestion factor was difficult to gauge, as I was still a bit fresh from the previous evening, and I got a curry later, so I didn't know which food was responsible for the turd explosion the following morning. In fact after all the cider, weissbeer, bok, Leffe and other concoctions that I drank, there could be several culprits. Big thanks go out to John Pembo, who sampled a meat and tattie for me at Grimsby. He reported it was above average, but a little bit too much pepper for his liking. Forgot to ask him for his marks out of 10, but will hopefully see him on Tuesday to rectify.