We've had a burden on us to win this one at least 3–1 really, to keep up the threatening score lines. But with a 2–0 win in the most blustery, chilling weather of my all-time football experience is a total pleasure, and what being a fan is all about.
Came back from a guitar lesson to get to the Shay at 7pm, and I was in the first ten Shaymen to arrive stood in the stands. An old man hobbled down with me briskly, going, "It'll be off! It'll be abandoned! We'll lose anyway but it'll still be off!" No matter how I answered him, he replied with this. Skircoat supporters are like really dumb computers sometimes.
But he had a point on one front. The wind was billowing, and in the front several rows of the stand you were in for a fright. Absolutely freezing. This was what the pitch was like at 7pm, and it only got worse:
Grabbed some very stale chips, and watched one of the most arduous first halves ever. Though Rossendale barely threatened and failed to test the keeper, nothing seemed to come of our attacks, Hedge ran about to keep warm, and I wished I could. Practically nothing happened in the half and I was worried a goal would find its way past Hedge through bad luck, as is the way of things. The first half ball was white you see, and the surface was so slow that pace was nonexistent. When the whistle blew I started on my way to the car as I thought it meant the game had been called off. I'd say there would've been an 85% chance of it.
About twenty minutes in the second half things really perked up. Most of the 801 (an attendance I'm happy with considering so many wouldn't've gone due to its likelihood to be called off) were in the South Stand, huddled like minnows to avoid the snowfall and the atmosphere was fairly prevailing. A (Danny) Lowe attendance for (Aaron) Hardy, season ticket-holding fans, ho ho ho. Still, pitch conditions weren't as bad as Prescot Shambles'. Lee and Peers were brought on and the football became more attacking. Deano's converted penalty helped us grab a win, but Peers confirmed it, were a stray attack to have somehow succeeded in the Rossendale end. The Stags tried hard and put men behind the ball, but were by and large incapable of doing anything. Happy with 2–0, more than happy to see the Shaymen work as such a fluid, together unit; something you'd never get with Jim Vince's lot.
Should be a more convincing win by numbers against Radcliffe on Saturday too.
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