Genuinely painful. When the blizzard blew in for the final ten minutes my hands and feet had gone beyond cold into pulsating pain. Concentration was no longer on the game, but on not dying of exposure. I spent two hours sat outside in Siberian conditions watching what must be one of the ten worst performances I've ever seen from Barnsley. We'd been invited to share this experience with a friend for just five quid. That's not something you do to a friend! Next time we run such a promotion it should be Bring an enemy for a fiver. If you really don't like someone, a fiver is a bargain to put them through that much misery.
Laughing out loud at that Jay before being reminded once again just how bad things really are. At least you made me smile on a bleak Sunday morning.
Yesterday was my first ever time in the Legends Suite, a Christmas present for me and my dad from my mum. I don't think I could have picked a better game in all my 30 years of going to Oakwell to be sat in the warm with a half time pie and a pint of beer.
I sat there for the last 10 minutes & I was laughing through a lot of it, I’d gone past misery. I couldn’t believe McBurnie was in central midfield, or that Gardner was at centre back, or that we were having weather like that in the middle of March & then I was looking at the Ponty & noticing about 2/3rds had already left & thinking ‘why the **** am I still here?’. All seemed a bit surreal
I'd normally go mental at a ref adding on just 3 minutes when there were five subs, a goal, a couple of injuries and persistent time-wasting by the opposition in the second half. Yesterday I just wanted it to be over and to go home.
Stayed while the last player walked off and watched McBurnie and Moore clap to nobody, everyone had gone. Moore then stood and stared at the floor for a minute before walking down the tunnel.
I genuinely worried that I might have got frostbite in my toes at one point. I didn’t get full feeling back for over 2 hours once I’d got home.
Anyone there at the end yesterday is an absolute hero/heroine. I was in Stocksbridge shopping at the final whistle. 60 minutes was all I could take
Sort of meandered away as the game went into injury time. Horrible weather, horrible game. Right up there with the worst visits I’ve had to Oakwell.
Of all the dispiriting days I've spent at Oakwell, yesterday has to be right up there. What upset me as much as anything was seeing us play so badly against a team we had played off the park only two years previously at Wembley (and who were not actually that great yesterday). In fact I'm beginning to feel bitter about the way the club was/is being run. I enjoy spending time with friends and family before and during the game, but that's about the only reason to keep going. We deserve better.
I go to games with a teenager whose first match was Oxford at Wembley. She saw us destroy every opponent on the way to promotion, and be around the Championship play-offs last January. Now is the reality of supporting Barnsley. She stuck it out yesterday, and said there was no way she was leaving even as the snow blew all the way to the top of the Ponty and it had been clear for a long time we weren't getting back into the game. Kudos to her, and to every other bugger who stuck it out until the end. When things turn for the better again - and they will - we can bloody remember that we sat through Millwall until the final whistle.
As bad as it was, the weather came a distant second to the misery inflicted on me by the team. Painful doesn't even begin to describe it. I'm always willing to give the opposition credit if I feel we've been beaten by a good side, but at the moment we're just beating ourselves through a catalogue of errors and an inability to get the basics right. I can imagine Lee Johnson's pre-match talk will be as simple as "No game plan today, lads, let's just turn up and see what happens. They're bound to gift us something."
My mouth felt like I'd been to the dentist and it took just as long to wear off. I've got a sickly headache today and I haven't had a drop of beer.
Left at half time (not done that since Keith Hill) and had a reasonable rest of the afternoon round town with the missus. That 00 Bar up arcades decent, but a bit expensive. £4.20 for a Staropramen. It’s only £3.60 in Garrison and Arcade Ale House. Pint of Guinness in White Bear cos it’s St Patrick’s day. Even though I’ve got sod all Irish heretige. Back local by 5:30pm and topped off with a Darton Balti. Got to cut your losses where you can with BFC.
