I’d had a quiet time leading up to Christmas as I was on holiday from work. Probably the most we’d done of note was taking the dogs up to Seaham beach. We’ve got the labrador and the beagle with us at the moment and as they are one and seven respectively, they have vastly different energy levels. The beach works in that they can arse about at their own pace, chasing sticks and stones into the sea or just pootling along and sniffing the seaweed.
Boxing Day means football though. Harry reckons that it’s a better day than Christmas Day and I’d agree with him on that. We picked up Tom and headed for the Riverside. He had some vapes as a Christmas present for his mate Jordan in the row behind, all nicely wrapped in festive paper. As I was deemed the one of us least likely to be searched, it was my job to get them into the South Stand. I succeeded.
It was the usual Boxing Day full house, or at least it would have been if Blackburn had sold all of their tickets and there hadn’t been so many seats set aside for segregation. Having brought Bangura and Gilbert back from the dead, Kim Hellberg’s latest attempt at resurrection saw Micah Hamilton start his first game for around a year. It didn’t really work on this occasion and he got the hook at half-time.
We dominated the first half and, as at Bristol City, if a Morgan Whittaker shot had gone in off the inside of the post, it might have been a different story. We had less of the play in the second half and with Blackburn growing in confidence, we might very well have ended up with nothing. As it was, a nil-nil draw and a point each was a fair reflection of an uninspiring performance from both sides.
Trail of the Lion King 