Salford City 1-2 Bradford City Moor Lane- Att: 3,656 (1,372 away)
This really is the season that keeps on giving. First time in my lifetime we've been genuine automatic promotion contenders making up for all the suffering and miserable years we've endured. Amazing scenes! #bcafcpic.twitter.com/rQHSrsezbw
There is nothing on this planet that can match being in an away end when you score a late winner like that, absolute scenes, nearly pulled lapslies head off his shoulders. The type of win that defines a season. City's going up Ole ole!! #bcafcpic.twitter.com/SLaUBCfsic
The beckoning floodlights still work their magic, the slight cold chill, scarf wrapped round the neck. Blood pulses through arteries, moving as it should. Heart lifts with every step towards the stadium.
An old pal texts me from another game up north. The name rings a bell. He’s at a club where my job was to phone over a few pars for the Saturday Pink from a kiosk outside the ground.
Games that I didn’t give a toss about, dictated to a bored copy taker, wishing I was somewhere else, roaring my own team on to promotion. But then, I remember Larkin’s sigh it wasn’t the place’s fault I didn’t care. A goalless draw can happen anywhere.
Poem by Greg Freeman
After stepping into the field there is no way out even before you start the game you hear the fans shout
The players then sings their anthem its football…… the most beautiful game…..
And when the whistle blows the crowd starts their roar in the 90 tensed minutes the players got to score
Football is friendly only in name because friendliness is not meant for football…. the most beautiful game….
So when the hard tackles go in and injured fellow goes out the crowd becomes furious and starts to shout
Even after breaking one’s leg there seems to be no shame because its football…. the most beautiful game….
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