Doncaster Rovers came over all Roy of the Rovers during Saturday's friendly with Newcastle. Having made the now token 10 substitutions all was going swimmingly until one of our unamed trialists had to go off injured with fifteen minutes to go. With no-one left on the bench one of the ballboys (a member of the youth team) was beckoned from behind the goal and sent down the tunnel... he re-emerged five minutes later in full kit and came on at right-back to mark Damian Duff. I'm thinking of taking my boots next week in case the whole team is kidnapped... or suffers food poisoning... or an earthquake strikes.
Aye 1-0 to the Rovers... the ballboy come full-back changed the game (or so goes the anecdote that will be told to teenage girls across Donny this week), Stuart Elliott scored the winner five minutes from time.
And yes you've pinned the tail on the right donkey... although rumour has it there are as many of three Rovers/Wales fans these days
I've already successfully picked out a Gabb, so I'll go for Marc. Hope all is well... looking forward to August 16th. I don't think the Championship would have been the expected meeting point of our respective clubs
I’d love to give a report on this game, but unfortunately I didn’t make it there. Having left work at quarter past five for Chesterfield (a journey on a normal day of around 50 minutes) I arrived at the big A517 roundabout on the outskirts of Chesterfield at about 8.15, so went straight round it and went home again. Apparently the M1 had been shut for eight hours and so all of its traffic was diverting through the town. I got home at around half nine, having driven for over four hours for precisely nothing.
Looking on the bright side however, I saved a tenner by not watching us lose a meaningless pre-season game. I also had the enjoyment of listening to updates on the game from BBC Radio Sheffield, who obviously had employed someone who’d never watching Wednesday before to comment on the game; “That Jermaine Johnson – he’s a big lad isn’t he?”, “Etienne Esajas – is he Dutch?”.
Indeed. Mind you, it did involve me taking in and retaining information about someone else while drunk in a foreign pub
QUOTE: I've already successfully picked out a Gabb, so I'll go for Marc. Hope all is well... looking forward to August 16th.
Correct. I won't be there on the 16th unfortunately as I am in Stratford upon Avon for a romantic weekend with my wife. As it is, it would have been a 4 hour train ride as opposed to the 90 min one from London.
Will try and hook up with you for the home game if not a Welsh one before then
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I am sure you are on the edge of your seats for the update of last night's freindly between Tranmere and Bolton....
Match cancelled due to waterlogged pitch.
In July.
If they had kept Campo, they could have mopped it up with his hair. I did, however, see the new Bolton kit in all its "glory". Really really fucking horrible.
In retrospect, the 8 hour round journey was probably wasted less by the alternative evening's entertainment of an Italian meal across the road from Prenton Park followed by a visit to the skate park by my son
Ouch. A funny one, and a typical 2000s-era pre-season friendly, in which the big club could just step up at will and run riot for 20 minutes and settle everything. We started well, took an early lead through a brilliant goal from Jason Demetriou and - despite Spurs edging the possession - deserved our half-time lead.
Then when our best player, centre-half Tamika Mkandiwire, went off, we lost shape horribly and Spurs ran amok, helped by Giovanni Dos Santos, Aaron Lennon and Darren Bent ruthlessly turning the screw. We look neat but lightweight, as we did last season. Ho hum. Spurs won this same fixture 4-2 last year and certainly look a bit better; Modric did little more than stroll about in a deep midfield role and inconspicuously pull strings but still looks a real class act.
Oh, and it's always nice once again to welcome classy big club fans who fight stewards and themselves during quieter moments of the game.