Well, we had beaten Millwall and life was looking rosier. We were on the up, mid table mediocrity and Sheffield Weds were both within our grasp. Perhaps this time next year we would be challenging for promotion to the premier league! who knows. Then Cardiff City, with Alex Revell in tow, arrived at the New York.
Cardiffs Alex Revell
Of Course, everyone knows that former players come back to haunt you, and that Revs always scores against his former clubs, but he wouldn't would he? I am a bitter and twisted person, and although every other Rotherham fan wishes him well I am the exception. He left my beloved club to play for another team just for the money, in my book that makes him a lion judas and I hope he fails miserably. Best case scenario he drops out of the Cardiff team, goes to somewhere like Oxford, then disappears to North Ferraby Rovers. So when I saw that he would be playing for the Welshmen I was dismayed.
Vicky had proved her metal once again and arrived in time for tea, which was gobbled down as usual and we were off. Chris dropped us and we crossed the road in the usual place, for luck. Then entered at turnstyle 10, for luck. The ground was very sparsely populated, it's a long way from Cardiff after all, but OMOTE was there, so we nodded sagely to each other. No sign of the Wolversons though, much to Ians disgust. How hard can it be to get from Hull on a Tuesday night? He was just texting Wooly to say 'I didn't know Flamingoland opened in the evening' when they arrived, flushed and red faced. Apparently there had been an "altercation" near the Post Office with a huge group of Cardiff Fans. The stadium filled out a bit and the teams emerged, with us playing the victorious Millwall Bashers Eleven. Lion Judas got a wonderful reception, even i clapped, for his contribution in the past. I thought his round of a applause back was a little muted, obviously Cardifff is a better place to be, for now. Frank sang, we kicked, and we were off.
On the pitch, we started Ok. Off it more details emerged of the fight. Wooly and James were walking down to the ground behind a Cardiff Fan, who was moaning voiciferously about the delights of Rotherham. James took exception, telling him to return home (other words may be inserted) to Cardiff if he felt like that. To which the chuntering continued. On the pitch Lion Judas hadn't touched the ball, unfortunately our defence couldn't get it either and one of their defenders, unmarked on the penalty spot, headed home from a corner. 1-0. Off the pitch it seems Wooly had decided to intervene with a playful push which led to the poor Cardiff fan falling over the low fence near the Post Office. Wooly felt he had been asking for it. On the pitch our defence pushed up leaving the offside Cardiff striker to score. The Lino, having obviously looked away for a minute, didn't give it. 2-0.
Off the pitch Ian asked Wooly if the Cardiff fan had done anything after being pushed over the fence. "No" said Wooly, "He was only little, maybe 5'6"." "Smaller than that" said James. It transpires he was a dwarf. On the pitch, we self destructed for a third time soon after, yet another bumbling defensive shambles leading to yet another Cardiff goal. 3-0. The only upside being that Mr Judas hadn't scored any. Continuing the fairy tale, Wooly confessed he had been thinking about nutting the dwarf, but noticed he was wearing thick, jam jar glasses. James interjected with the fact that his voice was funny, maybe he had had one of the voice boxes fitted after throat cancer. On the pitch, Mr J managed to get the ball in the net. As he wheeled away to celebrate as if he had scored at Wembly with a forty yard lob he noticed the offside flag. No Matt Derbyshire moment for him then, clearly scoring against the team he had spent the last three seasons being worshipped for is his life's ambition. Funny how I don't like it when the shoe is on the other foot. So still 3-0, and thankfully the ref blew for half time. The players trudged off to the sound of fans letting them know their opinion. Back at the pantomime, James confessed that the wee guy may have had learning difficulties. Ian mustered his thoughts then asked. "Let me get this straight. The pair of you have picked on a seven stone, cancer suffering, registered blind dwarf who may or may not have had learning difficulties?". Wooly and James looked at each other and said, "It does sound a bit harsh when you put it like that"
The second half came and went. We scored a goal through Danny Ward but it hardly mattered. Final score 3-1 to Cardiff. The defensive performance was atrocious, we need to get that sorted. We are now looking over our shoulder at Millwall and Wigan, and recontemplating trips to Fleetwood and Burton next season. At least He didn't score. Next up Huddersfield away.
Men of the match
Ian - Ward, he scored
Jackie - Pringle. He tried
Vicky - Hammill, although he does like a stepover or two
Funniest moment, the fairy tale
Quote of the day. "He was asking for it". Guess who!
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