Well being a fan of Bristol City Football club can be a frustrating and occasionally tedious hobby. Last night, we had one of those nights that makes it all worthwhile. The team played with an exhilarating zip and vigour, coupled with a skilful and intelligent use of the ball seldom seen at Ashton Gate to inflict Oldham's 1st away defeat of the season upon them. The 2-0 score line did not do the team justice, as they pounded an Oldham side that were only sparred a heavy defeat by the heroics of their Australian goalkeeper. So we now go above Oldham to take 4th place in the league and thing are really starting to hot up in the promotion race.
After the match, I went down to The Bell to meet up with Orynthia and a few other friends. It was only then that I realised that I had the slightly rough throat that comes from cheering us to victory, it's one of those strange occasions, when something slightly bad comes from something good. Like the sore feet and aching legs that are the result of exciting day exploring a new city when you are on holiday, the stinging mouth and lips that you can get from the red hot curry and the buzzing in the ears when leaving a gig which has knocked your socks off.