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.
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