Bantams 1 Hatters 1

City broke their two game losing streak, but with the equaliser coming in the 87th minute, it was a tough result to stomach. I missed the opening quarter of an hour, couldn't find anywhere too park, but what I saw in the first half was much of what has been wrong with the Bantams lately. There just didn't seem to be any urgency. The on loan Furman put himself about, but coughed up the ball to easily, and at half time a non to happy McCall strode past us to the dressing room. the second half began much as the first, Clolbeck was having one of those days where he looked like he'd be more suited to a Sunday pub league team, and the front two did plenty of running, but there was no passing quality. Time and again the ball was played into spaces devoid of Claret and Amber shirts, and it looked like neither team would score in a month of Sundays. Then with around 20 minutes left, Heckingbottom got himself sent off for a rash challenge that earned a second yellow. This finally seemed to wake City up, and Daley finally began to terrorise the Luton rearguard, resulting in a goal for the Mighty Bantams. But as I said at the beginning of the piece, with the clock showing just over three minutes remaining, Luton slung a cross into the area, and an unchallenged header resulted in the equaliser. Next up is Accrington Stanley away, although I will be getting all wet and romantic with the Elster in gay Pariee. I am reliant as ever on the lads to provide pie support.

Pie Rating- Forgot my phone, so pie rating will be taking the week off.

Baz Watch-Without a doubt his best showing of the season, and he even earns an extra point for making a buffoon of Tony Helmet (although he doesn't seem to require much help, to be honest) With only fifteen minutes left Stuart summoned the burly Irishman to come on as a substitute, Helmet rose from his seat and bellowed "Stuart, I'am big, fat, bald and shit, why don't you bring me on?!?!?" much to the mirth of those around him, and within earshot of the great man himself. As he sat down, with no doubt a smug look of satisfaction, Big Baz trundled forward, lost his marker and ghosted to the far post to open the scoring. McCall turned in the direction of his tormentor and gave a fisted salute, as our big mouthed muppet was left to scoop his chin off the floor. Our smooth headed hero another opportunity to score within minutes, but the keeper managed to get in the way of his blockbuster shot, although if one is to nit pick he really should have done better. Anyway, he proved more of a threat in his fifteen minute cameo, than the either Boulding or Thorne had in the previous seventy five. Get in there Bazza! 8.5/10