York City at home. No pre match beer and I saw the kick off - serious times these. I don’t really care much for York City one way or another. They always seem to beat us at Bootham Crescent and have the decency to come to Walsall and roll over in the return fixture. Which seems fair enough.
Not tonight though. The cheeky bastards had the nerve not only to take the lead in the first minute and then extend it, but to allow us a couple back to equalise and then have the temerity to go and win it with a beauty in the last five.
They didn’t look a bad side either. Richard Cresswell, who notched the first two, looked more than useful up front. To be fair, we didn’t deserve to lose but what you get and what you deserve don’t always make comfortable footballing bedfellows.
Uncle Ray has got us playing some really terrific passing football and the movement is as good as anything played under Buckley. I’m not at all despondent tonight because it is pretty evident that we’re going in the right direction. People can argue with this fact if they wish but, for me, they will be wrong. Peaks and troughs are inevitable as we develop.
Bobby Mimms played between the sticks for York tonight. He also played against us for Rotherham in that magical Milk Cup Quarter Final in early 1984. What a night that was. What a team that was.