View from the (usual) cemetery
It's a long way home from Carlisle if you get beat, and for us it always seems to be a Tuesday night, which certainly makes it worse, so the point the other evening was gratefully received, I'm sure. Although my correspondents tell me it could easily have been all three. In particular a very solid first half performance, defending solidly and breaking well, with a shot rattled off the crossbar and the keeper making at least one top class save, could have seen us go in more than the one goal to the good at half time. Inevitably the massed ranks of highly paid Scottish mercenaries, taking advantage of their full time training and consequent fitness edge, put us under the cosh a bit second half, but overall a very good show, I am reliably informed. However, apparently one of our colleagues, bouncing back across the A69 to the upbeat strains of Marvin Gaye, failed to spot a speed camera and may pay the price, which took the gloss of his good humour, but you can't have everything now can you? Still all in the camp seems sunshine and harmony at present, much philosophising for the Sky cameras going on the other day, National Non League Day no less as you all know, and barely a harsh word to be heard all afternoon. What could possibly go wrong? Just wait, we'll think of something...