After venting his spleen at the Barnet showing, Exiled Bull felt privileged to be in attendance yesterday:
Two years ago I wrote a book on the 50 Greatest Games of another English professional League club. It included a comeback from 3-0 down to win 4-3. It simply had to be included because there was only two such turnarounds in the clubs 125 year+ history. The point I’m trying to make is that to witness such an extraordinary turnaround is a once-in-a-lifetime experience – probably more rare than an eclipse.
These are career changing matches – not just for the winner but for the loser too who have a lot of explaining to do. The winner takes more than just points – they gain belief and confidence and the Bulls not-so-merry men really really needed that boost in confidence and belief. It is simply quite extraordinary that in the absence of their top marksman (it’s all comparative!) Hereford’s hitherto moribund collection of footballing jaffas suddenly remembered how to score.
All those goals are even now revolving in my head like a looped DVD. The ball slipped through to Fleetwood (I immediately feared the worst) for him to just squeeze over the line via the post. For the second, Bauza’s sublime set-up play meant that "Fleet" could hardly miss. If Bauza was a Manchester United player, that moment would be replayed for weeks on end. Then I’m cueing young Jimmy’s thumped equaliser into the top corner and the Beast’s winner followed by studied nonchalance as thought it was something he managed every week. Four goals ... I mean that two month’s ration in one afternoon.
Being at Sixfields was a memory which I’ll carry around and cherish as a pay-off for all those grim days when the dream just didn’t go quite right.