Bantams 2 Imps 1

It seems ages since there was a Bantams game to write about, the last one being postponed, but the Boxing Day fixture has become something of a tradition, and this year the Funky Buffoon and the Mercenary joined in. Skid and Helmet nearly did, but when they found out they had to sit in the Kop, miles from where we were, they buggered off to the Prune Park Inn. Lincoln have changed mangers since we last played them, and their new appointment was none other than Peter Jackson, a favourite target of abuse, although i am sure Sol Campbell wouldn't approve. The first goal was a well executed finish by Peter Thorne, although I am relying on Crespos word for this as me and Funky were still downing a beer on the concourse. The rest of the match was the usual city fare. They seemed to be coasting along, choosing to pass instead of shoot when in scoring positions, when out of the blue the Imps equalised. The game was drawing to a close, and another two points seemed to have been squandered when....


Baz Watch;

Came on after 78 minutes. Resplendent in shiny white boots. Immediately made impact by starting to win headers that seemed beyond Big Dave and Thorne. With the clock showing 90 minutes, Bazza trundled into the opposition box, and found himself in space as Omar slipped the ball across the goal mouth. Our hero made to slot the ball to keepers right, when the ball stuck him and went in the opposite direction to the wrong footed keeper, to slowly trickle over the line for a GOAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bazza, Bazza, Bazza!!! Big Baz for Ireland!! The crowd went bananas, the legend will surely continue to grow. Bring on Hereford, the Bazmeister is primed and loaded to fire us onwards and upwards.

There is no grub rating this week, as I was stuffed full of Turkey and beer, and didn't feel up to the indigestion explosion that Valley Parades food is capable of inflicting. See you Saturday