Post by animallittle on Jun 12, 2008 11:47:26 GMT 1
Id love to tell you that this was a vintage red's performance and that we fairly romped to victory,playing the sort of football that had coined the "just like watching Brazil" song,but i would be telling porkies,the truth is for 88 minutes this was the worst experience i have ever had watching my beloved team,it was torture and at times i could hardly stand to watch the game and wished i could be a normal person and just enjoy it,no such hope it was bloody horrible.
We started off looking very nervous and edgy,we gave the ball away too easily and we simply could not get our passing game going,Bradford were hard-working and determined,they were fighting for their lives at the other end of the table and were not going to lie down.
But in keeping with the occasion everytime a pass missed its intended target the noise around Oakwell simply increased,everyone in the Ponty was stood up,this was not a game to watch sat on your arse,myself,the old man,Dave The Rave,Mick and Big Bri were kicking every ball and making all the tackles,winching and groaning the torture written all over our face's,nobody spoke to one another we simply shouted out loud and encouraged or buried our head in our arms.
The lads responded and we started to get it together,Redders broke from midfield and shot just over,Johnny Hendrie turned his marker and the keeper made a decent save down to his right,and then on 30 minutes Oakwell erupted,a quick throw and return was crossed in by Johnny Boy and Wilko stooped low to head us into the lead,the ball seemed to take an age to cross the line,but when it did we went ballistic,and for a few second's we were released from all the anxiety and torture this day was having on us.
We now started to get control on the game and should have put it out of Bradford's reach,both Nicky Eadan and Redders smacked efforts against the cross bar when they really should have scored and Davidson the Bradford keeper made a couple of outstanding saves from Johnny Boy and Wilko,we got to half time 1-0 up and one foot in the Premiership.
During the half time interval we all talked about the missed chance's and my old man said "Bradford will come out fighting even harder in the second half and that this game was far from over",yeh cheers pop's just what we wanted to hear.
The next 45 minutes was going to be hell and i wished i could be anywhere other than at Oakwell at that moment,i started to make deals with god in my head,i would start going to church if he could deliver the result we wanted,i would start talking to my sister again anything that i have done that's been wrong i was willing to change for this one victory.
Part 5 To Follow Shortly
We started off looking very nervous and edgy,we gave the ball away too easily and we simply could not get our passing game going,Bradford were hard-working and determined,they were fighting for their lives at the other end of the table and were not going to lie down.
But in keeping with the occasion everytime a pass missed its intended target the noise around Oakwell simply increased,everyone in the Ponty was stood up,this was not a game to watch sat on your arse,myself,the old man,Dave The Rave,Mick and Big Bri were kicking every ball and making all the tackles,winching and groaning the torture written all over our face's,nobody spoke to one another we simply shouted out loud and encouraged or buried our head in our arms.
The lads responded and we started to get it together,Redders broke from midfield and shot just over,Johnny Hendrie turned his marker and the keeper made a decent save down to his right,and then on 30 minutes Oakwell erupted,a quick throw and return was crossed in by Johnny Boy and Wilko stooped low to head us into the lead,the ball seemed to take an age to cross the line,but when it did we went ballistic,and for a few second's we were released from all the anxiety and torture this day was having on us.
We now started to get control on the game and should have put it out of Bradford's reach,both Nicky Eadan and Redders smacked efforts against the cross bar when they really should have scored and Davidson the Bradford keeper made a couple of outstanding saves from Johnny Boy and Wilko,we got to half time 1-0 up and one foot in the Premiership.
During the half time interval we all talked about the missed chance's and my old man said "Bradford will come out fighting even harder in the second half and that this game was far from over",yeh cheers pop's just what we wanted to hear.
The next 45 minutes was going to be hell and i wished i could be anywhere other than at Oakwell at that moment,i started to make deals with god in my head,i would start going to church if he could deliver the result we wanted,i would start talking to my sister again anything that i have done that's been wrong i was willing to change for this one victory.
Part 5 To Follow Shortly