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what was wrong with them. He told me that at away games their players always sign autographs and chat with the fans. I made my way up to the away fans area which was very spartan with neither a telly nor a shelf in sight and bought a Thatchers cider (crap name but very drinkable). I took my seat in possibly the shortest row ever (it consisted of three seats) and got chatting to a couple of the faithful who lived locally. The p.a. was blasting out some tasty sounds including ‘Seven Nation Army’ and ‘Unfinished Sympathy’ while our fans were in very good voice at the kick-off.
Anyway, on to the match. We were terrible in the first half and my neighbour said it was the worst performance by us he’d ever seen. I thought things weren’t going to go well when Camp’s first goal-kick went for a throw-in. Basically we were out-fought, out-jumped and out-paced while a lot of our side looked like they couldn’t care. We were one down within five minutes following a free-kick and despite a lot of mutual instructions among our defenders, Bristol chipped the ball into the path of the onrunning Flint who trapped it on his instep and tapped it past Camp. Our back-line just stood and watched him do this. Immediately afterwards there was one minute’s applause for Bradley Lowery and fans of both sides joined in. We won the first corner of the game just before the half-hour mark but were soon two-down and what a sorry affair it was. Again there were oceans of space in our defence as a ball was put through for Diedhiou to run onto. It looked like he’d duffed it but despite the attention of Camp and a player on the post he lammed it into the far corner. Our end
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