Whatever you might think of Barrow the team, the fans or indeed the place (northern cloggers, northern nutters and northern shitehole spring immediately to mind) you had to admire their turn out last Tuesday. For a team heading nowhere except into the tender embrace of Blyth Spartans and Solihull Moors they turned out in reasonable, boisterous numbers.
They also brought enough flags to achieve a reasonable coverage of the away end at the Bernabeu Stadium let alone Rocky Road. I dread to think how long it took them to take the flags down after the game, and then drive all the way back to Barrow. I hope none of them had early signing-on times on Wednesday.
You’d have thought the way their supporters celebrated achieving a plucky 11-men behind the ball 0-0 draw that they had secured their league place that evening, if not won the league outright. I don’t know about you but when opposition fans react that way to getting something out of us it gives me a little thrill deep inside. It shows that there are still teams out there who consider us to be “somebody’s”. Leaving Rockingham Road with a point is still something to aspire to.
Mind you if anyone in our team could actually kick a ball in a straight line they would certainly have left not only empty-handed, but on the receiving end of a good tonking. At the moment we seem to either dwell on the ball long enough to be dispossessed or snatch at it as soon as it comes within reach. I just hope we were keeping our powder dry for Saturday…..
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