For the first time in many years we were in the third round of the FA cup, due to us being a 'Big Club' now. We missed Man City by one number and got Bournemouth instead, the worst draw possible. They are sooooo unglamerous, but sooo good, top of the championship and flying. We didn't hold out much hope anyway, but the news that both Ledesma and Lawrence had returned to their parent clubs, coupled with Wootton not being allowed to play by Leeds, reduced it to virtually zero. The return of Richard Brindley from his loan at Scunny didn't cheer us up any either. We missed out in visiting the New York Tavern due to having guests at home and went straight to the ground where a surprisingly large crowd of almost 6000 awaited, Bournemouth having fetched a healthy 500. 'They have come to see their team win 6-0' said Vicky in a very prophetic statement.
Old man on the end was already there so I attempted to initiate a conversation. 'Did you go to Blackpool?'. 'No'. In other exciting news Christine, on hearing that one of the tweeters had tweeted Richard Osman managed to find him on twitter. His page had a picture of his view from the stand at the New York Staium which offered a positive ID. His name is Andrew.
The ref was a Mr Swarbrick, a premier league ref dropping down for the cup, much to our dismay. They are usually useless. Brindley was thrown back in, with a recall for Pringle but not Revell. Frank sang, we kicked, and we were off. In a pretty good start we pressed quite a bit, with Frecks and Brindley playing particularly well, so much so that he ventured up field, beat a few men, shot and scored. Only 11 mins gone and we were in the lead. Then it started to go downhill. Toward the end of the half they came more and more into the game until a goal was inevitable. On 44 mins a great passing move saw them equalise. Half time 1-1.
The less said about the second half the better, so I won't even mention it. Final score 5-1 to Bournemouth.
Our FA cup journey was over for another year. Next up Brentford away.
Men of the first half
Jackie - Frecks
Ian - Frecks
Vicky - Frecks
Quote of the day - Andrew the tweeter. 'Mumble mumble is there, he has the worst hair in the football league.' Cue me and Vicky spending 45 minutes trying to see who he was talking about.
Ian's award - Couldn't drum up enough enthusiasm to complain about him.
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