Month: October 2000
BSAD report: Besides, we’re top of the league. Properly top of the league, not just keeping it warm for Fulham. All the other stuff still matters, of course…but the crap that life throws at you seems to stick less easily when you’ve got a league table to gaze lovingly at.
BSAD report: Today we sing, coz we love our team. They kept out a hard-working bunch of bastards who’d got an inexplicable grudge against us and interrupted our every attempt at complicated passing, which made us look like we either couldn’t get in the game or weren’t trying hard enough to do so.
BSAD report: All teams, including us, will go on a bad run at some stage during the season (as Fulham are demonstrating to a minor extent at the moment). We just have to hope ours won’t last too long, and that it doesn’t happen for a few games yet.
I hate Gillingham. In an admiring sort of way. They’re a pain in the arse, obviously. We haven’t beaten them since the invention of the combustion engine and, on last night’s evidence, we’ll have seen a few more inventions come and go before we beat them again. They know how to make themselves unpopular, that’s for sure. Perhaps they’ve burst our bubble at an appropriate moment, though.
On the subject of our forwards, Gifton on an off-night plays depressingly more like a Harlem Globetrotter than Michael Jordan; and with a wall of blue meanies facing them, even Tommy Smith back in a central role couldn’t jinx a way through.