God football has a way of kicking you in the bollocks when you finally start to feel good. After the euphoria of the brilliant point against Luton come two massive kicks to the balls which make you wonder why you ever get excited in the first place.
Kick in the balls number one: Kettering at home, Kettering, not Wrexham, not Luton, not even bloody Grimsby [who we do at least beat!] but Kettering. 2 minutes in, I'm still making my way around the Bath End heading to the Popular Side (am still on crutches so is taking me longer to get everywhere!) and a ball drops in our box and is hammered home. One nil down after 2 mins...de ja vu much? City has a few chances, including a header from Lee Phillips most people thought was in for a split second.
The only plus point (and it is a massive plus) is the godlike human being that is James Stuart Rollo came on after three minutes and City did not conceed when he was on the pitch. Jimmer also attacked like I have never seen before and seemed to single handidly be trying to retrieve the situation, however, despite his best efforts City lost one nil.
Second even bigger kick in the nuts, we are currently 3-0 down at Ebbsfleet United, Ebbsfleet isn't even a proper place, and we are 3-0 down to a team who were a couple of places above us. So after 12 games the [not so] mighty stripes have zero wins, nil, none, nowt, nada...never has a team been more destined to relegation.
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