You didn’t really come here for football, did you? For heaven’s sake, what possessed you? Have you not see the score? Did you not pay attention to what happened on Saturday? Or the league table…have you not seen the league table? Nobody cares any more. It just doesn’t matter. It’s irrelevant, finished, filed away. Except that you still want to know. You are the sole punter who still turns up to see UK Subs, wondering bitterly why they don’t still make the top forty and the front cover of NME. And I’m here because you’re here. Which must make me the drummer in UK Subs, or something. And that’s not quite what I had in mind for my life, you know….
From an unseasonably cold Valley Parade to a sunny Vicarage Road in a matter of forty-eight hours, the other side of the end of season coin was very much in evidence before the kick-off. On paper, the fixture was just as meaningless as the encounter at Bradford. However, Watford’s end of season run-in does have a little more meaning than a glance at the league table would have you believe. Our current position doesn’t do justice to the effort this team has put into the season and three home games in the last four allow Watford the chance to rectify that. Furthermore, there are the ghosts of Villa Park that need exorcising. A good Watford win would do much to restore the feel-good factor that’s prevailed for much of this campaign.
BSAD report:To put this game into the perspective, it demands a flick through Trefor Jones, and to an era that I would be amazed if anyone in the away end on Saturday remembered. In 1937, Watford were managed by Neil McBain. We finished fourth in the old Division Three (South), and on April 10th that year, the players completed a league double over Torquay by winning 7-4 at Plainmoor. Only 2,277 watched the game, and one would hazard a guess that of those, only a handful would have been Watford fans.
Another BSAD report:Living in the north east, when the Golden Boys come to town it is an occasion not to be missed, so when the Academy Under 17 side was drawn away to Newcastle United last Saturday, my son Josh and I felt we had to be there instead of…you’ve guessed it…traipsing down to Burnley.
Taken from programme on 20th August 2005- Championship, Watford 3 Burnley 1