As a senile 60 year old, I loved today's game. Playing against our defence is like asking an army of new born lambs to scale the Great Wall of China. Davies taunted them by appearing to let their free kick in, then bashed it out at the last minute. The linesman pulled an eye muscle while looking along the line for Isgrove's "goal", and had to be replaced. Adam Hammill was marked by about 6 of their team every time he got the ball, but still managed to skilfully play a one-two with their defender to nab the first. Sam Winnall - unbelievable! How come defenders can't tackle him? They must be terrified, or petrified, or whatever. Made 1 and scored 2. Like Hammill, he skilfully used their defender to wrong-foot their keeper for his first. He also impressed by telling pitch invaders to F off. On the bench, our manager got it spot on, resting our strikers when we were 3-0 up and changing to 4-5-1. The fans and the atmosphere were brilliant. It's a good job I've got a keyboard to communicate, because my voice is non-existent after a few choruses of the Brazil song. Why am I still sh**ing myself about Thursday?
If I get out of Dodeth Club alive after watching the second leg on Thursday, I'll do another Senility Report. I hope it's a really boring one, which will only mean one thing............
I can't believe that save from Davies. F*** me, the ball had gone past him, and he just pawed it out. My memory has possibly been blurred with time, but it was better than G Banks v Edson Arantes do Nascimento in 1970 in Mexico. I was gobsmacked.
