Posted by sean on September 23, 2007 at 1:02 pm in Bath City, Leeds United with No Comments

I still haven’t had an excuse to moan about the football this season, with both Leeds and Bath City winning again. I’m beginning to forget what it’s like to lose a game!

City beat St. Albans 3-0, thanks to some clumsy defending (on St. Albans’ part), a generous referee and overall world-class skill from the Bath City players (naturally).

Leeds’ win was their seventh consultative victory. This run equals their best ever record, originally set in 1973. I may have a little party if the boys in white make it 8 in a row, next week. Nearly 30,000 fans turned up to watch the game at Elland Road – the highest attendance in the whole of England after Arsenal and Liverpool. Not bad for a “small”, northern League One side.

After the City game I had some important business to deal with – attend the Bath City Supporters Club Annual General Meeting. Lots of top secret stuff was discussed, including plans to warn Chelsea off the Bath City manager, John Relish. I know that it sounds a little sad to be attending meetings on a Saturday; after all I have to go to them in the week, but unlike the ones at work, I was able to buy and consume alcohol.

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