The
“big boys rolled into town on Saturday in their
sleek, black, tinted-windowed security bus; they may
as well have come in a Reliant Robin.
The
earliest fixture on the list to raise a thoughtful
eyebrow and cause chins to be rubbed in a worried
manner turned out to be the best game seen at Glanford
Park for many a long year.
 Bryan
Robson (hic) had nothing to do with the excitement
on offer; his managerial record being second only
to someone who is not very good without a pile of
money at his disposal, and even with spondulicks
he seems determined to further enhance his sorry
credentials.
His decision to play Beattie up front with Sharp
behind him brought stifled smirks and head shaking
from the Iron soft-and-loyals and doubtless made
Crosby more comfortable about his day's work.
Crosby and the rest of the back four were rarely
troubled for most of the game, apart from ten minutes
when they decided to have a rest and gift Robson's
Pimpin' Homies a couple of goals.
 You
all know about United's team spirit, work ethic, hey
wow and etcetera, suffice it to say that it is at
the opposite end of the football spectrum to Sheff.
U's primadonna moaning, diving, laziness and spoilt
brat attitude. Gillespie was a prime example of this
whinging and falling with the aforementioned England
international” Beattie content to sulk and breathe
in whenever a lady walked past.
The
Iron were mostly solid with flashes of brilliance
and fully deserved the three points which were won
on the stroke of full-time in a style that we are
not used to. We NEVER won games in the last minute
in Divs 3 and 4.
We could get quite used to this level of football.
Now, did someone say there was another team in Sheffield?
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