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All good things come to an end, and on Saturday the Bantams 10 game winning streak was ended by the one man wrecking crew that is Calvin Zola. I missed his first strike, as myself and Queso were discussing his latest purchase, a boat, at the Beehive, and lost track of time. But I did catch up with it later, thanks to the BBC's dreadful Football League show. It was a peach, reminiscent of Marco Van Basten wonder strike during the Euro Final of 1988. I did see the second, which was a strike from medium distance, well taken by the same player. At this this moment, City could have folded, but they kept going, and slowly began to turn the game. Boulding hit the crossbar, as the boys began to exert pressure. I nearly missed Boulding score his third in three, but just caught after returning with Ike from the chip stand. The second half started great, and it seemed only a matter of time before the lads in Claret pulled the game back to all square. But out of the blue, City old boy Shumacher stepped forward and hit one from distance. It was a poor effort, and the keeper seemed to loose sight of the ball as it bounced in front of him before nestling in the back of the net. The local paper were kind in reporting it as a "soft" goal. I thought it was a bit of a howler, which is a shame for Eastwood, who over the last few games had grown in confidence. Still the lads didn't give in, and when Hanson swivelled to score a fine goal on 70 minutes, a result still looked possible. And at least a draw should have been secured, but a bizarre decision by the referee and his assistant. A long cross field ball was blatantly handled in the area, and the linesman raised his flag immediately. But for reason only known to himself, he took a couple of sideways strides, and indicated that the offence took place on the edge of the box! I have seen some woeful adjudications in my time, and this was in the top three. There was still time for a couple of goal mouth flurries, and two clearances off the line, but Crewe held out. A loss, but a hell of a game. Next up is a tricky visit to Dagenham and Redbridge.

Pie Rating- I have resumed my boycott, and am considering making a placard for the next home game to picket the pie stands. Crespo and the Shoutster also demurred, but Captain Queso, still day dreaming about his boat, went for a Balti pie. He had obviously learned his lesson, after previously purchasing a burger. Still nobody can tell me where they find that sick smelling cheese they use on them. He gave it a 6/10. Which he claims translates as a nautical 7/10.

Quseo Watch- I didn't see much of Crespo, so this weeks "watch" honour goes to Skipper Steve, aka Captain Queso. He had just taken possession of a boat, and was distracted early on, as he planned raiding trips around the Lochs of Scotland. He did eventually focus on the game, but once the final whistle blew, he had us dreaming up sea shanty's, and excuses to sneak off on booty excursions. He was in an extremely good move, and this rubbed off on all present. He even kept calm, when presented with a flat pint that had gone off. 8/10