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94/95 awards: Darren Rowe Part 1: Regular AwardsPlayer of the SeasonKevin Miller- dependable, and all those clean sheets!
Goal of the SeasonJohnson vs Wolves - stunning
Find of the SeasonKevin Phillips- has bolstered our lacklustre attack, and for only #5000
Most Improved PlayerDerek Payne- went from oblivion to now regularly command a first team place.
Goalscorer of the YearCraig Ramage- club top scorer, need I say more?
Mr DependableAndy Hessenthaler, kept his head when all around him were losing theirs.
Mr VersatileDarren Bazeley- can play anywhere. Maybe they should try him in goal instead of Digweed!
Mr PopularMr Perry Digweed esq- he has managed to get himself the chant of booooo, every time his name is mentioned - all for a few lousy performances.
Unsung HeroKeith Millen, whoever he is.
Best All round performanceAway to Southend- we tanned their hides good!
Worst Defensive display - Homevs Oldham - What were we playing at?
Worst Defensive display - Awayvs Reading - Shaka-What's the score?
Part 2: The Bruce Lee/"Enter the Dragon" awards for heroism on the pitch.Best Fight between playersMiller grabbing Ramage around the chops and waving his finger at him angrily, Grobbelaar style.
Player most likely to get in a fightPeter Beadle- he tries once a week.
Part 3: The David Ellery award for ever-consistent refereeingBest sending offNigel Gibbs at Reading, for falling on the ball (1 yellow card) and then not going anywhere near the diving Welshman (2 cards and off)
The Mr L.Nogan special awardThe "I want out!" award, for childish behaviour and sulkingLee Nogan: Suddenly started scoring goals, realised that there was a bit of interest in him, so stopped so Roeder would want to sell him.
Part 4: The "Sh*t Ground, No Fans" awards for the off the pitch experience(Warning: Reading and Luton Feature heavily here-understandably)Best GroundMolineux (or should that be Moulinex-the big Mixer)
Worst GroundReading - how can they even THINK about the Premiership with a ground like that. They filled it for our visit- about 10,000 spectators.
Most Dubious Ticket allocationCrystal Palace- tickets like gold dust, yet massive tracts of home space remained unfilled.
Worst LegroomLuton - that had to have been the family enclosure, because there was certainly insufficient room for the average adult male.
Quietest home fansLuton - we out sung them, despite the squeeze.
Worst FoodSouthend - I went to a chip shop at the top of the road before the match, and was served with cold uncooked chips. This meant that I felt ill for the beginning of the match, so didn't look for the pie stall. Me not eating a pie = best performance on the pich & ability to squeeze into old jeans for me!
Town with least accessible filling stationsLuton - I could only find one, by the M1 roundabout - at this time I had shouted myself hoarse and needed a drink. On approaching the Mecca that said "JET-Priceless Quality", a police cattle-cart, blues and twos a-hollering, pulled in there and blocked it off, and I couldn't find the other entrance. Consequence - drive via country roads to St Albans.
Best spitting attempt by home fanLuton - On walking to my car, some slack policing by the Bedfordshire Police ensured that an example of Luton scum stood right in front of me, looked up at me - he was 5 feet 8, and I'm a six footer, and spat his remaining brain cell at me from point blank range. He missed, and hit himself with more saliva, as he walked into it, than he did me. He then proceeded to work on his svelte figure, by going into McDonalds and attempting to speak.
Most dangerous alleyway alongside a football groundLuton- you have to go along it coming back from McD's, and two, weak-looking Hornets could never withstand the might of the ten ton Hatter Attack, that I so cunningly managed to avoid.
Most Annoyingly persistent tannoymanLuton- obsessed with his stupid lottery. Plugged it once every minute.
Most Pointless Half-Time EntertainmentThe "Gladiators" duel thing at Luton - it was half way finished before I even realised that it was on. (You didn't go to Portsmouth for the relay race, then? - Ed)
Best travelling companionA bloke called Cheesy who sat with us on the train from London to Southend, and sat with us during the match. He was a great bloke - who most importantly had the same views as me!
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