Well, Leeds didn’t beat Kettering as I was ‘convinced’ they would. Don’t blame Saint Simon Grayson though – even God makes mistakes.
At least Leeds didn’t lose and have another chance against the butchers and bakers, when they replay at The Church of Saint Grayson – Elland Road.
The winners of this tie will precede into the 3rd Round, where they will meet one of the minnows of the FA Cup, Manchester United.
Yesterday afternoon, Bath City’s FA Cup dream was shattered after being beaten 2-1 by Forest Green Rovers. Over 3,000 fans packed into Twerton Park, the queue at the turnstiles stretching down the high street. It was like being in the Football League.
I don’t think the performance was as good as that of the Grimsby game. The spirit was not there. Saying that, the City players performed very well and bowed out gracefully. Still disappointed a day on, but we now have to look to the league.
My other team, Leeds United, are still in the cup and play their game this afternoon (as I type, they kick off in 25 minutes). Their match against non-league Kettering Town is televised, which will bring back memories of the defeat to Histon last season, where the Not-so Mighty Whites lost to a goal scored by a postman (remember this).
With his holiness, Saint Simon Grayson in charge, Leeds are a different team this season, who I am convinced will win, no matter how many butchers, bakers and candlestick makers Kettering may have in their ranks.
After a series of nagging emails, begging letters and even death threats, I have finally persuaded my landlord to fit a new fan to my bathroom.
The old fan was about as powerful as the battery powered, handheld ones you buy from the pound shop.
I haven’t had time to test the new one, but am hoping it will improve ventilation and reduce condensation, which has been causing mould to build upon the wall. If not, it’s time for another upgrade – the ones used on the engines of the Boeing 747 look sufficient…
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