City here we come

Bloody great night out we had... Bolton for the 5th time this season, and all day yesterday this buzz kept building up - I never needed a drink more than the first pint at the Boleyn.

Pre-match build-up... hang on a minute. Inflatable cheer sticks? Nice for the kids I'm sure, but we ain't no Amis thank you very much. Then there was a pub-singer who completely cocked up bubbles (we're fine doing it ourselves, cheers), but then again - who cares when the boys are playing?

I don't think we played at our best - too many passes off target (way off sometimes), too much (head-) kicking around (fine if you need to get the ball out quickly but then again - at least try to get them to one of our players, please?), and generally I had the impression our boys were actually scared of tackling the Bolton squad. Now, I now Bolton isn't playing the most beautiful football, but that doesn't mean we have to play like girls fearing getting dirty? As in stains on our shorts?

I sometimes wished they would have just gone in - no matter what. There were a couple of good tackles - loved Marlon's when he whisked one of the northern monkeys off the pitch! But then again, especially right after fucking up a pass or a tackle, I had the impression that the players froze in awe for a split second - just long enough for Bolton to take advantage.

And as for the atmosphere - standing a whole game in row G probably says it all.