Either that or they were given a nice pot of horlicks and some treacle sponge and custard. 2-0 up and dominating, could have been more, and then we put in the worst half of football I've ever seen from a Barnsley team at Oakwell. Obviously Ipswich deserve some credit, but to a man we were woeful. It was almost as if our players were drugged up. Dunno what to make of it. Think I'll have some beer. Has Keith Hill blamed the fans yet?
He was doing my head in As he has done for years. But tonight he'd been saying we'd lose from the start and then he started revelling in it. So I'd had enough. It's a good job he didn't answer back. I'd have got right monk on then.
Re: He was doing my head in Jay, is "he" a big, middle aged man with a square head and a tache who sits with his very overweight ginger-haired daughter?
I'll tell you what, mate If Jay says it's Wednesday, then it's Wednesday!! He's got the 'Eye Of The Tiger'!!
Re: no I spent several years surrounded by a bunch of complete cocks in the Ponty. The aforementioned bloke (Chris Morgan's dad / choofin' 'ell Jones / Eaden) who loved Chris Morgan but hated Nicky Eaden and Scott Jones with a passion. Nearly ended up being lynched when we played Wigan and he spent the whole match very loudly cheering Eaden's every touch whilst slating our players. We were very bad admittedly but even so. "It's theeeer", a very old man who sat behind me. Every time the opposition had a shot no matter how feeble, he's shout "it's theeeeer". Once against Stockport, their player took a shot which was to use a primary school term, an absolute pea-roller. No sooner had "It's theeer" shouted "it's theeer", the ball struck a divot and bounced over Kevin Miller. If the bloke hadn't been 368 years old, I'd probably have called him a lovely person there and then. Last but not least, and certainly not least scary, "Spontaneous Combustion Man". Never, ever said a word, but whenever we conceded he literally sat there, looking like he was going to spontaneously combust with anger at any moment. I last saw him at a pre-season friendly against Boston. They scored, I turned round and there he was, about to catch fire. Maybe he did one day, because I never saw him after that.