PETERHEAD 0 - 1 RAITH ROVERS
Another impressive victory away from home. Just need to get our form at Stark's Park sorted!
Early start for the Finest, with the busses leaving Styx at 9am, giving little time to recover from Friday nights hangover although the bacon rolls in Styx helped a lot. 2 full busloads set off on the long journey north, and 3 hours drive each way is a reminder of why it's great to be a bloke and able to pee anywhere, and not so good when you're female (just ask Clare!). The Rovers must have felt inspired with the site of 30 guys with their tackle out along the roadside when the team bus passed us. Although if recent stories in the Sun are to be belived, Marvin Andrews certainly had nothing to worry about from us!
As you can imagine, there was much hilarity on passing the Peterhead lighthouse on the way up, with Grubby muttering 'f**k off' a record number of times. First stop was the Baillies pub in the town centre, a quiet friendly wee pub which just about fit the 2 busloads in. Good atmosphere as usual, with a bit of a singsong in the pub and the new members of the clubmingling in well and getting into the spirit of things.
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| Next stop was the cracking function suite at Balmoor, where the home fans were friendly as ever - every time we've been up there the supporters club are always up for a chat and a bit of a laugh and they are a credit to their team. Especially considering we're their jinx team and always get a result when we're up there! With the function suite being part of the ground, it meant the beer was flowing right up till kick-off time. |  |
As usual it was bollock-freezing at the back of either goals, but luckliy we all managed to fit into the stand at the side of the pitch and sensible stewarding ensured we were able to stand for the whole match without any hassle or trouble whatsoever. As usual, the lads were in good voice, chanting "Shagger Marvin Andrews!" in response to recent newspaper reports about, ahem, 'super' Marvin Andrews. You could tell he was trying no to laugh, so we just kept singing till he finally gave in, turning to the crowd with a grin the size of his alleged manhood!
A deflected effort from Rob Sloan gave us the winning goal, and set up a new song which we hope will catch on to the tune of Gold by Spandau Ballet: "SLOAN (sloan), always believe in Rob Sloan, you've got the power to know, you're indistructible. Always believing!"
The half-time alcohol top-up didn't quite have the desired effect in the second half, as it became more and more difficult to co-ordinate the singing or at least get everyone singing the same song! But as usual, we done our bit and were able to celebrate victory at the end for the long, sleepy trek home.