Guest post from Helen Bullen, football tweeter extraordinaire
After Wednesday night’s heroics at the Hawthorns, I arrived at the Mad Stad today wondering if it had been a game too far for us – would we be able to keep up this rich vein of form?
Yet all of a sudden, Jimmy Kebe, a player ridiculed on a regular basis for his supposed lack of strength and scoring ability, is on fire. So too ‘The Sig’ and our very own Welsh Wizard, Simon Church. However, as those of us who follow the best league in the world know all too well, the form book can go sailing out of the window at any point in proceedings.
The game started well enough, but despite forcing corners at an alarming rate of knots, Reading couldn’t make their early dominance pay. It soon became apparent that Sheffield Wednesday had come down for a wrestling contest; looking as if they’d have been more at home in the ring with Big Daddy and Giant Haystacks (ask your Dad, folks), whilst the referee was clearly on some sort of bonus scheme for managing to keep his cards firmly in his pocket.
The first goal came out of nothing, three minutes before half time. Kebe strolled with the ball up the right towards the Wednesday goal and let fly, the shot deflecting past Lee Grant, who was shortly to be picking the ball out of the back of his net again, this time courtesy of Grzegorz Rasiak.
Two up at half time, results elsewhere were also looking good and I started to believe that just maybe we were going to stay in this game and possibly even see it through to a clean sheet. The only person in the ground at this point who didn’t want to see more goals was my friend who sits behind me. Well, she did have money on Reading winning 2-0 and Kebe scoring first at about 30-1.
Sure enough, seven minutes after the re-start, poor old Lee Grant was once again left high and dry when Simon Church slotted the third past him. That said, I was about to take the Lord’s name in vain when he didn’t take the shot in front of goal – he wandered out to the right and we were all wondering where the hell he was going!
There was a feeling now that Wednesday were in for, in the words of that Norwegian commentator, ‘a helluva beating’ and Rasiak obliged by scoring the fourth after 65 minutes, ably assisted by our Jimmy, who completed the rout himself on 70 minutes and was promptly subbed to quite possibly his first Mad Stad standing ovation. Despite the best efforts of Nigel Gibbs and the East Stand, he declined to ‘give us a wave’ though. Probably because he can’t understand a word anyone’s saying!
At this point, Stavros Fatley in the away end decided even he’d had enough – having missed our first two goals while cleaning the South stand out of pies – and exited stage left. Well, it’s a long way back oop North, t’int it?
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