At last, the international break is over and higher league football is back. It seems an age since the game at Hillsborough, and the last home game against Middlesborough seems even further away. Lots of things occurred over the last few weeks, amonst them;
-Wigan sacked their manager and appointed Malkay McKay, who had been sacked from his last club for being racist and sexist.
-Isis died on Downton Abbey
-Ched Evans resumed training with Sheffield United causing a slew of patrons to quit and a media storm
-Kari Arneson of Iceland became the highest capped international in Rotherhams history, matching Sean Goaters 18 for Bermuda.
-Ian and I had a weekend away in Robin Hoods Bay where we walked our legs off and drank hot chocolate
-Kathy had a weekend away in Brighton with work where she got drunk and played pointless.
-Tony Stewart announce that from the first on January the stadium would become The Aesseal New York Stadium, a move that I am not in favour with.
No new players had been welcomed to the Aesseal. Kirk Broadfoot had asked to move out as he isn't playing the first team football he was promised, several fans expressed delight at this. Scott Loach, the number two keeper, went out on loan to Bury.
The day arrived at last, quite mild considering the previous few days had been cold and very wet. A shame as these foreign players don't like the British winters. Our foreign player, from Iceland, thinks they are warm and mild. Much discussion over the porridge ensued, having drawn the last game with pan porridge Ian declared that was needed once more. We were having visitors over the weekend, with two of them attending the game. Heather and Alex are becoming such big fans they jumped at the chance of tickets. I was hoping they didn't cause trouble as I had bought them with my season ticket and didn't want to be banned for life. Heather asked about the Birmingham fans and was a little worried when I told her that the last time they came there was a near riot involving bricks and planks of wood. It was back in the 70s though and times have changed.
Ian and I set off to walk leaving Heather and the little ones to get a lift from David. Two single Magpies were spotted and saluted. Does anyone else think they are hunting singly more and more? We all met up outside the sorting office and strolled down to the ground without seeing a single Birmingham fan (they are known as bluenoses).
After much discussion we decided on turnstyle 12, deeming that 9 and 10 had been too unlucky. We showed Heather and Alex our brick in the wall and found our seats.
Old man on the end appeared and Heather tried to engage him in conversation. I could have told her it was a waste of time. It was good news as Derbyshire was on the bench, along with an Argentinian with an unpronounceable name who we had loaned from Borough, not Bury as we misheard when James told us! It was nice to point out sideshow Bob, although he did have a headscarf on to tame his wild curls. The teams appeared, Frank played, legs were kicked and we were off. Well, Birmingham were off, our players hadn't bothered to turn up. They attacked, and attacked, hit the bar, attacked some more, hit the post, swarmed forward. Their fans sang as if they were going for the record volume at a football match. Ours, much to Heathers disappointment, were quiet as church mice. We barely made it into their half. 'Its too stressful' said Heather 'I don't know how you cope watching them every week'. 'We are used to it' I replied. Excitement ensued near halftime when everyone stood up and stared. ' Someone has collapsed' came the murmur. We knew, the stewards knew, the players probably knew, but the St Johns Ambulance hadn't spotted it. People pointed, stewards yelled, but they still didn't spot it. Eventually they realised someone was in trouble, but instead of rushing over they took a slow walk taking in the scenery. I hope I never collapse at the New York (sponsored by Aesseal). Back to the pitch where the Millers still hadn't bothered to turn up and Birmingham were toying with them like a cat with a mouse. The lady who had collapsed was carried away and amazingly the ref blew for halftime at 0-0. Changes were needed said the tweeters. The consensus being Taylor off and anybody else on. John heard in the toilet that the lady had had an epileptic fit so it must be true.
Ian had spotted that the goalkeeping coach had been talking tactics with the new Argentinian, he must be the only person on the staff with a smidgin of Spanish, so a change was afoot. Indeed the teams came out for the second half with Taylor absent, and a warm welcome to the New Aesseal York stadium for A.N. Argentinian. Shame that was the last we saw of him. The change didn't make a blind bit of difference, we were still poor. Birmingham attacked, attacked some more, Collin made a wonder save, Morgan fell over and Clayton ***** Donaldson scored (he usually does against us) . We tried more changes. Green for Frecklington. Green did manage to get into a few good shooting positions but forgot that the ball needs to hit the net not the corner flag. Bowey came on and disappeared down the rabbit hole in the centre of the pitch. 'Don't worry' said Heather, 'we can still score'. We couldn't. The final whistle blew and Birmingham had won 1-0 in the most comfortable of manners. Disappointment swirled around the Aes New York Seal Stadium. 'Don't look at the table' said Vicky, 'We are in the bottom three'. Never mind, the only way is up now. And it's bottom of the table Blackpool next.
Men of the match
Ian - Collin
Jackie - Pringle
Vicky - Collin
Heather - Pringle
Alex - Collin
Ian's award
No worth awarding
Quote's of the day
Ian leaving the ground 'That match was crying out for Matt Derbyshire'
Vicky walking up Don Street through the despairing crowds 'League one is a great league'
Funniest moment
The confusion on the faces of the St Johns Ambulance people when they realised they had an incident to attend.
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