Deary me, a goalless draw. Only the second time this season that has happened here at Meadow Park, and as the lights went out after five minutes the last time it probably doesn't count. Is this cruelty to the deceased? Not really, it was actually a very decent game, featuring a few great saves, from both keepers to be fair, and one extraordinary miss, when one of our bold boys managed to put himself into the net but forgot the ball. Still, the giants of the Bay to look forward to, with their travelling hordes. Wonder if the Defty brand of hospitality matches up to that back at the seasiders' home? Will anybody dare ask for chips? Will they end up crying if they do? Still, extra pie ordered, I am reliably informed.
Looking a bit further afield I hear the old derby game was a bit tasty on Sunday. Methinks the mags latest manager might regret upsetting the little man from Northern Ireland. I think he might work on the "don't get mad, get even principle", beloved of the mafia in days gone by. Yes, he doesn't look like someone who forgets much. Anyway, old time football, crowd baying, tackles and bookings and sendings off, just what the doctor ordered, a bit like the Northern League nowadays. But do we have a cracker jack to match the boy Ballotelli? A couple of candidates I know, but he is a bit special isn't he? "Down the strip club Friday night, Mario?' "Why aye, that should be alright with Mancini". Still, at least he only got fined, the boy Ellison, formerly of this parish, got chased by Gary down at Shildon for antics on a Friday night; and he was playing football, not watching girls reveal their charms. Mind, less chance of injury in a strip club I guess...
And who do we fancy for the England job? Good old Arry? I don't think so. I reckon his bubble is in the process of bursting good and proper. And anyway his dog is a tax exile now, so he couldn't get home often enough. He did offer to do the euros though by all accounts, but "only used notes and nothing bigger than a fifty, thanks". Ho, ho, ho. And god bless him, but Psycho Pearce doesn't fit the bill either, never showed an enormous amount of tactical awareness whilst lifting sicknote Anderton and other wingers of his era into the paddock. I would go for Peter Reid myself. Tactically aware, well respected in the game, passionate, English, or scouse anyway which is close enough, a mighty fine swearer at half time when harsh words are needed, and supposedly more than reasonably handy in a ruck if it comes to it. What more could you want? Yes, its old Monkey Heed for me...
Back local, the Sgon lad has started his building project; what with the league coming round on the 30th to check things out, seems it couldn't wait for a proper builder...