Millers 0 Bantams 2

First up the match. It was colder than a penguins chuff, and the first half did little to warm the cockles, as I felt City were lucky to make into the changing room all square. It seemed only a matter of time, as the Millers seemed to get crosses in at will during one spell, only for their strikers to continually miss the target. McCall must have torn the side a new arsehole at half time, and we dominated the first ten minutes. But yet again, we let them back into the game. With a quarter of an hour to go, any City fan in the ground, with the possible exception of Charlie, would have settled for a draw. But that was not on the mind of the impressive O'Brien. Having put in yet another valiant display, he broke forward, the Rotherham defence backing off, till he reached the edge of the opposition penalty area, unleashing a cutler past the keeper. minutes later Evans pulled off a wonder save, I have seen it on the Virgin Media site as we were so far away from the action, and Daley broke out, starting a move that saw Nicky Law plant a shot past the keeper ( I thought it was Boulding at the time, it was that far away) to tie up the game. I thought the Rotherham keeper should have saved it, but they all count. Three points mugged, but come the end of the season who will care. Bring on the Spireites.



Baz Watch- Our shiny domed hero came on as a 70th minute sub, the crowd chanting his name as he burst forth from the dug out. He wasn't to continue his recent goal scoring form, but did give us a moment of pure Barry magic. The ball was played into the left sided channel, where Bazza had shaken off his marker, and was in a flat out sprint to try and stop the ball going into touch. As he came towards the ball, he leaped up, back heeled thin air, and was taken out by a sniper somewhere in the stands, as he went sprawling. Pure Conlon. 5/10

Pie Rating- A good choice of Pukka pies. Cheese and Onion (for the limp wristed veggies), Balti, Steak and Kidney and my choice, Meat and Potato. Which made me think "Why do they call it Meat and Potato? Are they some how ashamed of the meat substance in it? Is it Bulls balls, or pig anus or something?" A thought I will ponder another day. The pie was £2.50, which is pretty much par for the course, but the temperature of it was perfect. Hot enough to warm you up with out melting your tongue. It was full of meaty stuff, and spuds, and the pastry was nice and flaky. Points are however withdrawn for the choice of sauce. Ketchup is all fine and dandy for chips, or even a chicken and mushroom pie, but a good old M&P screams out for brown sauce. The nearest they had? Barbecue!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What the Fuck!!!!!!! Weirdos. This was the only fault I could find though, so it gets a high mark of 8/10. Sorry about the picture, I forgot to take a photo till after I ate it, and couldn't be arsed queuing for another.

Is there a colder place in Britain, than an open air athletics stadium, on a freezing cold November night? There can't be many. To top it all, it is surrounded by a running track, so the action takes place miles form the stands. A fine place to watch a bunch of drug fuelled fellas wearing Lycra body suits, but a shite venue for football. Because it is a big open bowl, only one side of the place has any fans, leaving massive open spaces all around. For those of you old enough to remember, it reminded me of those old Communist style arenas that you used to see in the seventies. Ugly beyond belief.

Statistics

• Capacity-25,000
  
• Concessions-The only good thing about the place. It is indoors, heated, and serves beer pies, and hot dogs. I have given them the benefit of the doubt on service, as I don't think thwey expected around 2,000 people to brave the freezing weather.
  
• Built-1990, although it must have been copied off a Soviet blueprint from 1973
  
• Did You Know?- It is the shittest place I have ever seen a football game.
  
• Visited By-Euro Bri and Crespo
  
• Rating- Garden Shed. It may be the finest athletics arena in the land, but as a footie stadium it sucks cock.