The Venue
Fir Park on a chilly February Wednesday evening. A crowd of literally dozens of people seated to see the stars of tomorrow. Arrive just before kick off pick up the vital team sheet and go sit next to associates and wonder why we didn’t decide to stay in the warmth of the pub and watch Champions League football on the big screen.
The Game
What can I say that can fill up more space than ‘it stank’? Well ok there were four goals tonight, final score 2-2. Motherwell took the lead with around five minutes of the 1st half left. I’d love to describe it but this intrepid reporter was emptying his bladder in the gents when it happened. A steward informed me it was Dempsie that scored, when I got back to me seat I was given the following description, “header from Dempsie after Lehman had an effort cleared off the line” and then promptly hassled about writing a match report. Ate my pie, drank my hot chocolate and watched rest of half in relative peace before being pestered by a small child someone had unleashed during halftime. The game seemed to be going along quite nicely with Motherwell on top without really worrying Utd’s goal when in the space of a few minutes it was 2-1 in Utd’s favour. Kinniburgh made a rare error and quite frankly sold one leaving Utd striker with an easy finish for the equaliser. A cross from the by line and a tap in later it was 2-1 and the crowd is nonplussed at this rapid change of events. Collectively we remember we’re sitting in Fir Park and shouldn’t really be surprised. People start leaving, and five or so minutes later after saying we’ll stay to the bitter end it’s off for the bus when a muffled cheer is heard and the tannoy announcer informs us of a Kemas equaliser.
The Bus Stop
Damn cold and next to the Rex. I resisted the temptation, denied my self pleasure by going to this game tonight why ruin it all now.
'Well side: Woods, Cowan, Clarke, Dempsie, Kinniburgh, Higgins, Lasley (Barkey), MacDonald, Lehmann (Wright), Khemas, Jack (Black) subs not used: Ewings, Neville