Bantams 1 Imps 2

Well that's that then. Even I, as committed an optimist as one can find, concede the 2010/11 promotion push is as dead as a dodo. In fact, at this rate, we may well be playing a league different to the one we are currently in. Bet there are plenty garden sheds in the Blue Square Conference. Could it happen? If we continue to loose to the teams below us, many who have games in hand, it is more than a possibility. The shame, if it were to happen, Leeds and Town fans would have a field day, and one may be forced to take to wearing a bag over ones head when attending matches, or even walking down the street (or a burqa, would be more in keeping with the local residents of Manningham). Yet again the game started brightly. An early lead, and if not sweeping pass and move play, at least we looked the better team, against a very moderate Lincoln side. But then, just as half time beckoned, a long cross found Delroy bloody Facey unmarked at the far post, and is back to level pegging. Just the wake up call they needed for the second half, you would think, but a more turgid response would be hard to imagine. Lacklustre does not even begin to cover it, and the longer the game went on the more toothless and inept the home team became. And then the coup de grace. You knew it was coming. Peter Taylor knew it was coming. Our back four did. Hell even Grandma Gertrude on good ole Ohio had an inkling, and she's 90 and has no idea who the fuck the Bantams are. And lo, it came. Shit defending, good save, Lincoln player with all the time in the world, back of the net ballooning. Game over. Season over. Interest at an all time low......


Crespo Watch- Top marks for the Kevster, as without his and Fraomaggios company, I may have been tempted to take a head first dive down the concrete stair well. 10/10