I’m staying in your neck of the woods, just outside MK. I now understand your frustration with the M1 roadworks.
As for Ecclesfield, I used to live on Monteney Gardens, bought the house as a new build. I was sad to see all the playing fields have been built on, used to enjoy watching the Sunday games. What the fuck is that monstrosity of an Asda built in Parsons Cross? Similar to the eyesore that the Sainsbury’s is at the bottom of Halifax Road.
As for the game, I thought the atmosphere was decent in the first half. We did everything but score. Totally mirrors what I have been watching on TV, we need a goal scorer and a bit of luck.
At halftime went for my traditional p*ss. It was sad that those toilets are in the same mess they were 35 years ago, bar a lick of paint.
The second half started in a similar vein. Some great build up and crosses, but no end product. Then Palmer scored, I thought we would go on from that, but sadly seem to not be able to push on for the second. Then they scored (TBH they should have gone on and won it IMO). They seemed to slice us open in midfield with ease before their striker was left one on one with Beadle. I was sat on the Kop and didn’t have a good view, and haven’t seen the highlights, but it looked a bad goal to concede.
All in all, it was good to be back. A couple of decent beers, not weak frozen stuff. But I think my Canadian wife summed things up, post match, quite nicely. 1. The game moves a lot quicker in real life, compared to TV. 2. The singing and chanting is a lot more spontaneous than the plastic stuff we listen to at home. 3. (And probably most importantly) “How the hell do you do this year over year and still keep watching?” Good point well made.