Your mother is your father, Your father is your mum, You're all a bunch of inbreds, You flipping Barnsley scum. What a pleasure it was to see the people chanting that song suddenly become either very, very quiet or very, very annoyed - from my vantage-point on Row H, Seat 46 of the Lawrence Batley Stand. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. ff ff ff ff From my point of view, I had to look glum, along with the other suckers surrounding me. I was bursting inside. Barnsley fans tonight: Brilliant! Brilliant! How envious I was to see 4,000 Reds going absolutely mental in those last few minutes. Wonderful support. Wonderful result. Wonderful club. It's not often that I observe our fans from a distance. I did this evening, and you were a noisy credit to yourselves. I love Barnsley Football Club. Thanks to Andy Ritchie, Gordon Shepherd, Patrick Cryne, Rick Holden and, of course, the players, for giving us such a phenomenal evening. I am in dreamland. So proud. And incoherent. See you all in Cardiff!
No. I managed to (somehow) control myself. Three times. I was such a convincing Huddersfailed supporter that, when I was climbing up the steps towards the end, an old man said: "Don't go just yet. We've won a corner!" I got to the top of the steps and watched as the clock ran down. Marvellous to see a stand full of red leaping about. Absolutely fantastic! YOU REDS!
