Reading 1 v Sheffield United 3
The Championship
Tuesday 27 February 2018
SUFC 2017/18 Game 69
The between blizzards drink was in Newbury. Including the Cow & Cask Micropub. Bright, open place. The beers were written on a chalkboard. A single counter with some cider boxes on. The beers were racked, with chiller blankets on, behind the counter. Dispensed by the physics of gravity. I'd recommend it.
Animal, Vulture (American Amber) on gravity at 4.6%.
Vale Brewery, Wychert, Auburn Bitter on gravity at 3.9%.
Ramsbury, That Old Chestnut on cask at 4.3%. (In The Catherine Wheel).
What a masterstroke by Wilder (I'm hearing). Telling everyone the players weren't good enough for the play offs after the Hull game. He's a genius (I'm hearing) for comprehensively repeating it in the week. But, ha, he doesn't mean it does he? (I'm hearing). The old switcherooney. He's had us all on with his kiddingology. (I'm hearing) (fucking constantly). He's done it all to get a reaction out of the players. Which has worked. They ought to make him some sort of Brainiac Professor - apparently.
What a Load Of Bollocks. (I'm thinking). Sounds like an episode of Scooby Doo.
My version is - hired hand shoots his mouth off, unnecessarily. We've all done it …..
Given that Clarke & Blackman both went down with “pulls” in the freezing conditions, Wilder needs to have a right old dig. At the running & jumping over & around cones which aren't really cones staff. One. Job.
Bright & switched on. Fast & working hard against a Reading side I don't give a fuck about. But, who looked poor. A good performance. Befitting of a team challenging on the edge of the play offs. We conceded. And, if they'd have scored that penalty. (Moore saved it). It might have unfolded in a different way. But, it went to script. All good. In spite of The Mind Games.
620/1288
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