By Mary Grimson
I don't take pen and paper to footie games. I sit, or stand if it gets
exciting, and watch it all happen in front of me. I ask the bloke next to me
what on earth the ref is blowing his whistle for. I listen to the cerebral
comments coming from the row behind me. I sing. I cheer. I eat wine gums.
So, when I come to describe the game to my friends, I can't remember all the
detail - only snippits and an overall feeling.
The game kicked-off, and whilst we were all still discussing the summer,
new shirts, new players, there was some sort of commotion up the other end. What
the hell was happening? Why was Tommy Smith
standing there holding the ball behind the penalty spot? Surely we
haven't...? Ooooooooh, yes we have! The ref's given a penalty! What for?
Oh well, it doesn't matter. Ohhhh, it's saved. Oooooh, he's scored on the
1-0. Pinch me, am I dreaming? Hang on, if I am dreaming, don't wake me up!
There was some neat football by both teams throughout the game. Rotherham
are tipped by the bookies to be favourites for the drop, but they don't play
as though they are. They even had the audacity to equalise through Mark
The second Watford goal was a candidate for comedy goal of the season. The
Rotherham keeper and defender bumped into each other, the ball bobbled, and
Nielsen fought to get the ball and put it into the empty net.
The third Watford goal was poetry in motion. A glorious goal. Vernazza fed
Hyde, who swept the ball out wide to Foley. He took the ball forward then
chipped it into the box. Gayle headed down, and Smith was there to volley it
into the net. Fantastic.
3-1 up after an hour. All safe and sound...no, this is Watford we are
watching! Let's give the other team a chance; it will make it more exciting.
And thus, Rotherham scored another through Robins.
Just to really get things warmed up, Vega fouled someone in the box, and the
ref awarded Rotherham a penalty. Was Robins going to get his hat-trick? But
of course, they weren't really supposed to win; we were just teasing them.
The last fifteen minutes or so would have been more nerve-wracking had it not
been mid-August. Rotherham pressed to equalise, and Watford tried to hang
on. The previously confident yellows looked nervous, and eager to get rid of
the ball as fast as possible, rather than keep possession.
Finally, the ref blew his whistle and Watford had won a very exciting game
of football. A thrilling game. Not just for the goals, but also for much of
the general play. The ball was stroked around the pitch in a manner more
accustomed to Brazil than Watford. Robbo looks like a new player - okay, he
still sees the mist, but nevertheless, is playing well. Foley, OBD, had a
great game. He has a good touch on the ball, and seems to have more
confidence. Hyde was here, there and certainly everywhere. Smith was like a
firecracker up front - fizzing about.