Bugger

That's that then.

One day your planning the journey to Cardiff, where you'll stay, who you'll be going with, who you fancy in the opening day of the next Championship season; and 24 hours later the season's over with only more cold evenings of third division excitement to look forward to.

And it all started so well.....

Parked up and in The Bradford Arms by midday, we even got served before half past, double rounds a necessity owing to the complete lack of bar-staff. Plenty of sunshine, thousands of fellow trees and beer flowing, what more could you ask for ?

Well, nothing.

The team tried, the crowd sang but everywhere else in the country results went against us. By the time we equalized, the game was up.

Just as we laughed at Gillingham fans 12 months earlier as a good but ultimately useless Eugene Bopp equalizer condemned them to join us in trips to Yeovil & Blackpool, so it was the turn of the Bradford fans to laugh at us. What goes around comes around.

A fairly quick trip home was a relief, only to find that not only had the bottom fallen out of the season, but while I had been away, a great chunk of something rusty had fallen out of the bottom of my car.

Bugger.