doncaster on a tuesday night, proper football that is, well it should've been- plenty of beer, nice and chilly, terraces, alot at stake etc etc
how fucking wrong- what an abomination of a club doncaster are.
it makes you sick, cheerleaders (however nice to look at) dont belong at football, all the fans in the newest replica shirt possible, that classical music when doncaster run out, music when a team scores an, over zealous announcer, quiet fans who sing the stupidest songs (rarely) such as "where's your kingy gone" and "can you hear the swindon sing"...
then to top it all off they beat us, they fucking beat us. and we hit the bottom of the league, 6 points adrift of gillingham in 19th, but no one's suicidal. easily the best and grittiest away performance of the season so far.
patrick collins is still in the team (i like to think he wouldnt be if it wasnt for injuries and suspensions) what a cunt he is. he can fuck off now, please. and heath for that matter.
town support of the highets order someone likened it to a "party in the away end" - spot on. just imagine if we had scored...
http://www.thisisstfc.co.uk/Match_Gallery_FullSize.asp?Photo=http://www.thisisstfc.co.uk/images/gallery/2005/September/27/doncaster01.JPG&MatchDate=27/09/2005my voice is fucked this morning, i'm sure iffy, the players and the donny fans knew that amount of noise from that number of fans with no roof was something special- especially considering only half of us were singing.
and after witnessing doncaster trying to water down such a perfect football night- where next, the footballing paradise that is MK, if we lose i might just kill someone (preferably collins)