Ian had spent a few hours in A and E the previous Weds night after believing he was still young enough to play football with his son. A tackle had left him with knee ligament damage, and me with a second job as a personal assistant. So any kind of activity on this chilly Saturday afternoon was ruled out and we found ourselves, once again, in the company of Jeff Stelling and the boys on the dreaded rolling results service. We were feeling very optimistic after the midweek mauling of Bolton, and as expected Steve named an unchanged side, super Connor Sammon and marvellous Matt Derbyshire keeping their places up front. We had brought in Crystal Palace defender Jack Hunt on Friday, but he had to settle for a seat on the bench.
At least he's seen a football before
Unfortunately Leeds had beaten Huddersfield in an early match leaving only Brighton in our sights.
Halftime came with no goals in the significant matches in our division, I.e. Those at the bottom, and I was just drifting off to sleep when the 83rd minute came. 'A goal at the city ground' screamed Jeff. Amazingly Millwall had scored. But there was worse to come, as at exactly the same moment so had Charlton. That would push us back towards the trapdoor to league one. My heart sank. I was feeling even more depressed as the full times started to come in. But cometh the hour cometh the man. That man was Danny Ward, our new striker who had come on in place of Sammon. A poke into goal from a Hammill cross on 90+1 rescued a point and, despite Millwalls unexpected victory, moved us up a place, Brighton having lost.
Next up High flying Ipswich at The New York.
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