Tuesday 27 October 2015

Cardiff City 0 Wurzels 0 - Drab AF

Attendances may be LOW at the moment with games looking like they’re being played behind closed doors as backdated punishment for an owner killing supporter’s souls. BUT… we’re always in the house and this Monday we saw the Bluebirds take on our carrot crunching tractor driving neighbors from across the Severn River.



In a lifeless 0-0 derby, City could still have nicked all 3 points at the death when Sammy Ameobi outrageously missed an open goal, failing to wrap his stick insect legs around a cross. With the hair of a strong independent black woman, Sammy ghosted into the box as the stadium arose in unison to celebrate the winner, only to see the ball smash against the advertising boards to a collective groan / mass facepalm. 

Seriously though, Ameobi's hair does need looking at. Credit him for being bold but the Flock of Seagulls roadkill vibe clearly isn't working. 

In a match which gave so little, we could still have gone home buzzing though. Fine margins define success in this sport, and if that chance was converted, fans would be amped and talking about promotion. Instead though I sat forlorn in the old man’s car on route home silent as the Lighthouse Family came out the boombox. 


It’s frustrating games like this where football tests you, toying with your emotions and patience. You take whatever positives you can though and ours were based around half time burgers and Moam sweets.  


City aren’t scoring goals but the defence has been tight. It’s hard to buy into what Russel Slade has been banging on about in the press though claiming that over a season '15 clean sheets will get you in the play-offs’. We’ve got six so far but wouldn’t it just be easier to score a f**king goal Russ?    

At least there was the Cardiff Devils. On Sunday night watching ice hockey in a tent in front of 3,500 people the noise was at least a hundred times louder, the game was faster and we left smiling.


With a tricky schedule in November, it’s time for the Bluebirds to step things up or it’ll be treading water in mid table again.  


#FacePalm 

Wednesday 21 October 2015

Cardiff City 1 Boro 0 > Bluebirds Get It Done Ugly



Most things I wasn’t expecting last night happened.

Firstly, the bluebirds, facing a mean Middlesbrough defence and a team on the charge for promotion dug deep. In a scrappy game City went ugly drawing upon all the team spirit they gained from orienteering in the summer to get the ‘W’ via a weird own goal.

This kind of gross win is a pleasant indicator as to where the team are at heading into winter. Last year they may have had their pants pulled down - this term though they appear a tougher cookie fighting in the mud. 

This guy (below) was at the game with me. Occasionally he would look up from his phone to ask me for a sweet. At 59 years old the Pops has discovered social media and is loving life in this respect. 


When Cardiff got the ball bundled in the net in the 86th minute the bench went crazy and Russell Slade appeared to be turning to make a point to a section of fans sat behind his technical area with a 'I told you so' finger wag and some beef.  

Whoever rattled Russell's cage did a decent job as it didn't stop four minutes later at full time with Slade appearing to ask the fan (or fans) to make their way to pitch level so he could presumably headbutt them. 

Whatever the circumstances, many City supporters around us were loving Russ losing his s**t and showing some passion. 

If anyone knows the story please get in touch.