Hi there… Doug here! 
After the thrills and spills of our last home game against
Back to league action. Roy McFarland (looking uncannily like perennial dugout favourite Neil Warnock) took his place in the away dugout. It was kids for a quid night, and little did the unsuspecting parents know that for the next 90 minutes their little angels would be subject to listening to an absolute barrage of obscenities from the Spireites’ boss.
First Half
Caleb Folan,
“Come on Caleb you lazy fooker!”
“For fook sake Caleb…….. WAKE UP!”
“Caleb! Come on fooking get in there!”
Neale on the other hand was taking a softer approach with his players. For example, Rose gave away possession in a dangerous position on the half way line, and to our good fortune the linesman flagged for a foul it was a big let off. How did Neale deal with it?
“Fookin’ hell Rosey!” … ah well!
Byfield pulled up on a run. After treatment he carried on. Looks of concern crossed Simon Webster’s face.
Half time whistle. First Half F word count from McFarland. 30+… per sentence!
Second Half
The looks of concern in the first half regarding Byfield come to light as Steve Hislop waits to come on. On the plus side, would be interesting to see how he gets on in 45 minutes. I missed his debut against
Neale and Ronnie had spotted a fundamental flaw in the play in the first half. Our full backs were not pushing up enough when we were attacking. Williams was constantly getting shouted at by Neale to push on into the
“Danny Jackman would have been up that line by now” Neale said to his number 2.
Flynny, given the captain’s armband, was struggling in midfield. He had a war of words with both Ronnie and Neale as to where they wanted him to play… in an attacking or defending midfield position.
“I can’t do fookin’ both!” he shouted at the bench. Flynn didn’t have his best game, but his vocal presence is a godsend on the pitch.
Steve Hislop was pulled up by the referee for standing to close to a throw in. Howls of abuse came forth for those around me.
“He’s allowed to!” Alas due to the recent rule change he now has to stand 2 metres away from the thrower.
Just as the game started to plod to an inevitable 0-0, Sancho latched on to a Hislop cross and we were 1-0 up! Ronnie bear hugs Neale, swinging him around! It’s like watching WWE!!
McFarland is livid.
“F… F…. F…. F…. F..!
Full time is not far away. Great three point. On one further note, Jarnail Singh had another good game in the middle. Respect for him is growing. Even Neale addressed him as “Mr Singh”
(Second half F word count…. Still adding them up. Will get back to you!)
Doug Out!
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Roy McFarland, not effing happy at all!