Night, everybody. You Reds. But first.... Work tomorrow. The wage will help me pay for my next trip to watch the Reds. And I work my ******** off. I get no adulation from anyone. No thanks. Little appreciation. But I know that if I don't work hard, I'll be replaced. No favouritism in a warehouse. Lots of folk ont dole, gagging for work (despite what call me Dave sez). So I work my scrawny arse off all night, after commuting 2 hours there, 2 hours back. I work in a warehouse. I don't earn much. I'm sure that's obvious to anyone on here who knows me. And the train fare costs me £60 a week. You work it out. Some cracking lads at our place. Over skilled, over-worked, under-paid. A lot of them, like me, attend Oakwell every other week. We spend our time at work looking forward to time with our loved ones, but we also look forward to watching Barnsley Football Club. Under skilled, over-paid, under-worked footballers. Life baffles me at times. R old boy was a regular at Oakwell from being taken by his dad as an 8 year old, right up until 2008 where he sacked it off. He's 50 next month. He's been to the odd game since, but doesn't miss it at all. Once he pulled out, he says he found more time for more important things. I'm 31. I'm already getting twitches. As in, as the game approaches, I say I'm not going. But right now, it gets to Friday (after I walk out the warehouse) and I walk back into Tarn to catch the train, walk down the quarry, see Oakwell in the horizon and I get it into my head that I have to be there. And so I attend. Not out of a real 'want' on my part, but some ritual habit or summat. I reckon the fact I live in Bradford and still do attend despite this insouciance, suggests I'm in it for the long haul. I hope so. I really do. But my dad was the biggest red I know. The only man on the planet that knew more about BFC and football than I did. And he ****** it off. His dad never did. And neither did 'his' dad either. Maybe r old boys a pussy and did it wrong, I dunno. I just worry that I'll one day wake up and think "**** this". Rambling. Stella induced. Na night, all. Up The Tarn!
Definitely rambling, Whitey. You must have forgot your title when you composed your post? Anyway, Keith Hill was the start of our present troubles. He assembled a good part of the League Two squad we've got now. Whereas Mark Robins, after steady progress, sits in ninth with the Terriers. A bright, thoughtful young manager who will continue to achieve steady, if unspectacular progress while continuing to learn his trade. It's pretty wierd that only 13 out of the 24 Championship clubs have scored more goals than us. Not saying our strikeforce is fantastic (cause it ain't) but it confirms where the problem lies, dunnit?
We bought tickets for Leicester and qpr away yesterday , after the last few weeks effort and play , makes you wonder if its worth the money to go away at the moment
You've more commitment than us at the moment then because I can't see any valid reason to go to away games right now. Large chunks of cash that I can better use elsewhere to watch a game that we will almost certainly lose. No Thanks. I went to Blackburn on a whim and it was a horrible day. Days like it will be few and far between from now on for the forseeable.
[. I just worry that I'll one day wake up and think "**** this". Listening to player every Saturday between 3pm and 3.20pm I get a bout of "**** this"
