We lose interest, it seems, we lose concentration, then up pops some chancer and it’s two points, at least, down the drain. I can’t understand why this happens to Scunny, it happened ten years ago, it happened five years ago, it happens now and it will happen forever. Even though no one who was playing a decade, fifteen years, twenty years ago is still at the club, it seems to be a permanent problem. Is it something about the club badge? The North Lincolnshire air? Is Glanford Park built on an ancient Indian burial ground? Was The Old Showground built using plague victims’ teeth? I don’t know, but, like Liverpool are synonymous with flamboyant style, like Manchester United are world renowned for whinging, the ability to snatch a draw from the jaws of victory is ‘A Scunthorpe United Thing’TM.
I see teams every year take their divisions by storm, teams that lose, say, four times a season, and that is it. I know this will never be Scunthorpe. I know that in our hideously predictable manner, we’ll start badly, go on a great run around Christmas and then by February the players will ease off the pressure, sit back and dream about their Summer holidays, untroubled by such concepts as ‘the play-offs’, ‘promotion parties’ and any other such nonsense.
I hope I’m wrong, I really do, and I’ll be there at Leyton on Saturday, fingers crossed, lucky boxer shorts on, blind faith intact. But I have a feeling that my rantings are ringing a bell in your ears. Anyhow, here’s to Saturday, and lets be positive, we are still unbeaten, for now.
Up The Iron.