Bradford survive

Thursday 14th September.

With Gillingham being one of the early season favourites for the drop and throwing 2 points away last night in a 2-2 draw against QPR after leading 2-0, it is vital that Town don’t lose further ground at the foot of the table. Furthermore with my brother-in-law being a supporter of Kent’s only league club (their fans can sing “we’re Kent’s number one” with true conviction!) then my family pride could be at stake, but luckily I don’t see him very often.

Kenny Irons might manage a game following his bout of food poisoning (what on earth do these highly trained athletes eat?) and subsequent sore throat, which could hopefully give us a little more creativity in the midfield area. Jon Dyson might also get a rare start following his 15 minutes of looking interested on Tuesday, but Kevin Gray is still not a certain starter. At the risk of repeating myself, I would give Kevin a start and tell him that the opposition team is made up of eleven Gordon Watsons and let him get stuck in. It might not be pretty, but at the moment the fans need to see some blood and thunder on the pitch. If you can’t beat them, hurt them!

The fuel crisis doesn’t look as though it will save us either as Wallace Arnold have a few gallons left which is a shame. However at least some fans who may have made the journey will be spared the ignominy of what will doubtless be defeat number 7 this season.

Because I am a mean Yorkshireman, (actually born in Lincolnshire but having lived here for 35 years or so qualifies me) I don’t always buy a paper but look at the Huddersfield Examiner web site for news. I am therefore desperate for Town to win, because every time they lose they always have the same picture of Steve Bruce trudging off the pitch at Craven Cottage following the defeat in the last game of last season. His chin is so low you can almost see the grazes and I wish that our local rag would find some other images of Brucie looking miserable, after all there must be hundreds of them!

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