Month: September 2000

26th September 2000- League Cup Second Round Second Leg, Watford 0 Notts County 2 (After Extra Time, 3-3 on aggregate, Watford won on the away goals rule)

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BSAD image BSAD reports: Even having been there to witness it, it seems barely possible that this can have been worse than the first leg against Cheltenham. But it was. Much worse. An absolute abomination, a performance that rotted away before your very eyes. Jesus.

This was a slippery slope of a game, often literally, which started out brightly, with plenty of early forward insurgencies and more than competent defensive work. But as the minutes began to crawl by, the Curse of Worthington enveloped Vicarage Road, sucking the life from our fine body of men, leaving them at first on a par with, and finally below, way below, their industrious but seemingly unambitious lower-league opponents.

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12th September 2000- New Division One, Blackburn Rovers 3 Watford 4

This game took place in the middle of the fuel crisis. Protesters unhappy at the heavy taxation on fuel had blocked depots across the country. As a result panic buying started and on the day of the game over 3000 petrol stations across the country were closed because they had no petrol left to sell. Therefore a trip to Blackburn by car was a risky proposition for many Hornets fans. Click here for a more detailed explantation of the crisis.

The 100 Greatest Watford Wins- No.45: Britain was in the grip of a fuel crisis. Farmers and lorry drivers had blockaded oil depots in protest at the soaring cost of diesel. Queues formed on the forecourts, then the petrol pumps ran dry. There was an away game to get to. Watford laid on an extra coach for the supporters as many opted to leave their cars at home. Fewer than 200 Watford fans managed to make the journey but they witnessed a thriller.

Having negotiated the dangers of a sleepless night panicking at the prospect of having to ditch my car in darkest Wolverhampton (the geographical point I estimated my car would run out of fuel, assuming a steady speed of eighty miles per hour from London to Blackburn and back), we actually found that the best way to get through said crisis was to ignore it. Potentially hazardous, I concede, but somewhat necessary given the mass hysteria that seems to accompany anything vaguely out of the ordinary in this country. With Elvis Mark’s ‘billy can’ safely secured in the boot, and a gentlemen’s agreement to stop everywhere where petrol appeared to be on sale, we set off in trepidation. And, as if by magic, we arrived at Ewood Park.

…We don’t know if we’ll get home….”The spirit of Dunkirk,” Fincham said. Whatever, the spirits of fuel and transport were in our favour. Food at Toddington, fuel at Rothersthorpe, and arrival at the Fernhurst at 5pm. Four hours, not bad for V**xh*ll! The Fernhurst, a fine “Star Lodge” establishment offering ridiculously tasty food and cheap beverages. An up-market Harvester, the stuff of awayday dreams. This was to be a night to remember.