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Monday, January 03, 2011

Bantams 1 Shakers 0

A very odd day in the world of Bantamdom. First up, the biggest City stalwart among us, Crespo, cried off today's game at the last minute. Said he wasn't feeling well. Something to do with a broken hymen. So I got his ticket and took the Elster instead. (He looked fine when i picked it up) Now I appreciate this goes against almost all I preach concerning football, but I didn't want to end up there all alone, with a squawking Ikester. As it turned out, the apostles were there, but neither fromaggio or Mickey D where, so she came in handy keeping the lad Ike occupied. anyway, on to the game. It was a cracker. End to end, feisty and the lads gave a good account of themselves, against one of the divisions top teams. Omar Daley scored a great volley, and if Evans and Syers would have been more clinical, it could have been a comfortable win. But if we are going to get out of this league, we really need to be taking these chances. Syers was excellent throughout, but his point blank miss was spectacular. As for Evans, what do you expect. I am amazed that a lad who was on Manchester Uniteds books can be so poor technically. He can run, granted, and does give his all, but there is no real quality there, even for this level. but a good win, and we left in high spirits, only to find out that Peter Taylor is thinking over an offer to become a coach at Newcastle.

Typical. We finally string a few results together, get our selves up to tenth, and three points off the play offs, and our manager does one. At the moment it is still at the discussion stage between the concerned parties, but let's face it, a chance to work at a Premier League club, or toil in the bottom division, on a short term contract to boot. Add to this several loan players whose tenure is up, and it looks like we could be falling back into chaos. On the bright side, he is under contract, so we should get some form of compensation. Hendrie was a big earner, as was Zesh, so some funds have been freed up. And our next game is a home fixture against the bottom of the league, Barnet. I remain ever the optimist, as long as we don't get Peter Jackson as our next leader...

Elster Watch- Seeing as Crespo was at home nursing a poorly vagina, I had to rely on a different companion for the game. This one was far cuter, knew more about football and had a nicer ass. Sure, I bent one of the golden rules, taking my wife with me, but my options were limited. As it turned out, she came in very handy. It was freakin' cold, and after about ten minutes young Ike was in full moan. She handled the crisis superbly, and we managed to watch the game through to the final minutes. The fact that she dictates whether i get my end away has nothing to do with the full marks of 10/10

Pie Rating- It may be a new year, but my boycott of the Bradford city pie stand remains.

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