A feeling of Déjà Vu was in the air as we awoke in anticipation of playing Bournemouth at the New York. The only difference was likely to be the personnel on the park. Bournemouth having played their Z team in thrashing us 5-1 in the cup two weeks ago were likely to field a much stronger outfit this time, while Steve had brought in yet more loan signings. Connor Sammon joined from Derby County to the end of the season. A striker already being nicknamed 'Voldemort' on the message boards, Connor looks like a thug, so should be able to rough defenders up a bit.
Voldemort
We had also signed a defender, praise The Lord. Zeki Fryers, ex of Man Utd, Spurs and Crystal Palace came in on a one month 'emergency' loan deal, cos our defenders are so rubbish. 'I've heard of him' said Chris, much to my delight.
Zeki, sporting his viral tattoos.
On the way out was JCH, a months loan to MK Dons. The good news was that Ben Pringle was going nowhere, having turned down a move to Millwall as not right for him at this time. (Yaaaay). The bad news was that Matt Derbyshire was going nowhere, having turned down a move to Chesterfield as not right for him at this time. (Boooooooooooooooo).
Please get me out of here! But only for loads of money.
As any team starts to dip in form and drop down the league table, the glory hunters start to find other things to do on a Saturday. So it was with Vicky, who conjured a 'prior appointment' in London over the weekend that she simply could not miss.
Too busy...
Unable to persuade anyone else to use the plastic supporters ticket, Mark having a chimney to sweep, Ian tried Wooly to see if he could find someone, to no avail. It seems John was having his eyebrows shaped, and Caroline had a huge pile of washing up to do. Kathy was already using another Plastic's ticket, and James girlfriend had to watch the sound of music. As a last resort we asked Chris. 'Sorry, I have to chop vegetables.' A worthy cause and as good an excuse as any.
As the morning dawned ice and snowless, Ian and I decided to use every trick in the book to influence the result. Pan porridge of course, no looking out of the window for fear of spotting a magpie, and all radios firmly off in case we got a quick earful of Radio Sheffield. We called at the New York tavern, where Wooly had still failed to find anyone to take the ticket off our hands, then entered the stadium via turnstyle 10. Old man on the end was there already, but no tweeters.
Pre match the scoreboard showed a list of all the Millers who had died in 2014, then the teams came out. Because of all the loan signings there were 6 (SIX!) players starting that were welcomed to the New York, including the two above. Frank played, we sang, and we were off. We started Ok, but then Bournemouth came into it more. The surprising thing was that they felt they had to cheat to beat us, diving whenever one of our players were in the vicinity. The very weak ref decided he was going to give a free kick every time. They are better than that. One of the dives led to a free kick in the second minute of the one added. A speculative ball into the box hit Arneson on the head and went in. 1-0 at halftime. Steve was not happy with the added added time and had to be hauled away from the ref. Vicky texted to say she was playing her friends grand piano.
The second half was a bit of a non event with us not really creating anything. The tweeters took to discussing a website where you can illegally download current films. Kathy urged Ian to yell Txxxxxx at the top of his voice at a player or the ref. It snowed a bit. Ben Pringle emerged from the bench to polite applause but never looked like coming on (his last appearance in a Millers shirt?) Bournemouth broke away and caused all our defenders to fall over leaving the ball free in the area, and managed to slot home before falling over themselves just in case. 2-0. Vicky texted to say she was in her friends swimming pool.
There was no way back, we are not good enough. Old man on the end left, so did the tweeters, and the ref blew for full time. It was cold, it was wet, and we lost 2-0. Vicky texted to say she was in her friends jacuzzi.
I am very despondent at the moment. I see relegation beckoning and feel we should sack the manager. Ian is much more upbeat and disagrees with me on Stevie. The only way is up. Next for us Bolton a week on Tuesday.
Men of the match
Ian - Erm, mmm, Colin made a couple of saves didn't he? Adam Colin.
Jackie - Erm, mmm, not the defence, the attackers were rubbish, I don't recall Green much so Green.
Funniest moment
Nothing to laugh about
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