Scunthorpe United v Yeovil

Saturday, October 1, 2005

Football League One

Scunthorpe United :
Musselwhite, Stanton, Crosby (Byrne 70), Butler, Ridley, Taylor (Corden 71), Sparrow, Williams, Beagrie, Sharp, Keogh
Subs not used:
Evans, Parton, Twibey

Yeovil :
Weale, Amankwaah, Skiverton, Sodje, Fontaine, Davies, Johnson, Way, Jones (Harrold 25), Jevons, Bastianini (Terry 73)
Subs not used:
Lockwood, Collis, Poole

SULSESC REPORT

by Jeff Hermens at Glanford Park

OUR trip started great! Portland to Houston (30-second layover), Houston to Gatwick (one-minute wait for Thameslink), Gatwick to Kings Cross (30-second run to GNER northbound train), arrive in Doncaster and had to wait a whole six minutes for next train to Scunny.

I told our 16-year-old niece: "You will never see this again on this trip" - and we never did!

Seems as though the Gods would be looking down on us and the Mighty Iron. But as has been said before: "If I didn't have bad luck, I wouldn't have any luck at all."

The match started brilliantly with the meeting up of 12 London Supporters’ Club members for the pre-match lunch. As match sponsors this led to a great meal with good company. And more important a pass to the lovely toilets down the hall.

Straight out to the game then. Settle in for a fine afternoon of football. I must admit I don't recall too much of the game itself, but I do remember when the singing started from our group there was some snapping of heads looking back at us as if we were in the wrong place. But being a tourist I just followed the group.

Two quick goals. One by Keogh and the other by the mighty midget Sharp sealed the match for us. For how could we lose with a two-goal lead and a defence that led us to promotion? Fairly simple. Leave in an injured Crosby and watch.

Yeovil squares the match up 2-2 before half-time and I tell my wife the next score wins the game. Yeovil scores next and despite some frantic moments towards the end when the Iron could and should have tied it up, it wasn't meant to be. I told my family it could have been worse. It could have a 1-0 loss.

And now for the Man of the Match presentation. I'm sure you have all seen the infamous picture of yours truly NOT giving the bottle of bubbly to one Mr. Williams. Well, as Steve Torpey was the actual winner after our votes were tallied, I wasn't so sure who to give the bottle to. And besides that Marcus looks 12 years old and I couldn't have that on my mind.

Torpey actually got the official Iron bottle of wine (at least the lady said she would make sure he would get it) and Marcus Williams did finally pry the Londoners’ official bottle out of my hands.

If it wasn't for the loss, it could have been the perfect day. And to think our niece thinks every game is like this!