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Monday, January 19, 2009

At least the day started well

One Oldham fan, Mouldy Old Moan, appeared to have been enjoying his day until Hereford scored their first goal. Below is his blog from the Manchester Evening News.

I wanted to start this blog with some joyous prose reflecting on Latics' latest success en-route to promotion from League One, our home for over 10 years.

Hereford away seemed perfect. A lovely part of the world. I'll be able to write about sampling some delicious cider and local fayre before going onto report a straightforward win against one of the division's whipping boys.

After 25 years supporting Oldham I should have known better.

Everything seemed to go to plan. At a cracking pub in a village called Bransford we sampled some cracking real ale and a beauty of a suet pudding, complete with chips and rosemary gravy.

No traffic issues close to the ground and a glass-fronted bar connected to a concert hall right next door to have an extra one before kick off. Tremendous.

Only, after 41 minutes we were losing 4-0. 4-0. This to a team who had previously only scored 17 since August. Humorous chants from the 700-plus away following asking 'Where the ....... hell are we?' replaced by 'What the ....... hell was that' by half time.

It was like a scene from a horror movie. Don't get me wrong - I've seen some beatings in my time - but due to the (alleged) weakness of the opposition this has to be the worst. We made Hereford, second bottom, look like Real Madrid. And they even wore white shirts.

Second half was no better, other than a streaker who evaded four or five stewards before being clothes lined just before he got to the Oldham end. They needn't have bothered - he'd have been treated like a hero for providing the only bit of entertainment all day.

It ended 5-0. And in true pundit style it could have been twice that. As the gales and rain battered my mate's car on the way home I was left contemplating what might have been and why they didn't parade a bull round the pitch at half time as I thought Hereford always did.

Stockport on Saturday in a local derby - what happens there is anyone's guess.