Easter Monday against Gump

Since last writing City had actually won again, away at Tamworth, however, like the Barrow win I wasn't there! So despite travelling around the country like the littlest hobo I still haven't seen City win since Barrow away last season, which the ticket still in my wallet reliably informs me was 26th March 2011.

So with the second game of the Easter weekend against nearby Gloucestershire club Forest Green Rovers at Twerton Park, the fans reconvened at Twerton Park, or soon to be something else Park as the stadium draw was to be held at half time.

This though was not the most exciting part of the game for me, I am now officially happy, as I am on the front cover of City's programme! I have finally made it to the big time, and have achieved all I need to in my life.

My 15minutes of fame!

The game was played in miserable weather, where once again I praised the Popular Side roof and thanked my lucky stars that I wasn't in the uncovered away end, where a sizeable chunk of the 219 away fans were still standing.

FGR weren't starting with Reece Styche which was a bonus as I had been saying all week that he was bound to score against us. City were playing ok, although offering nothing going forward. In a game of sod all importance, there came one of the worse clashes I have seen all season. On 18 minutes Marley Watkins went up for a header, and I'm not sure if it was a clash of heads or a deliberate elbow, but suddenly Watkins was awash with blood. The blood was pouring from the front and back of his head. Marley went off to I assume have stitches put in, however, they obviously couldn't stem the flow and Murray replaced him on 24.

The game was drifting towards a nothing sort of first half, before on 44 minutes Lewis Hogg played a horrendously bad pass back towards Glyn Garner, who had no chance of getting there, Yan Klukowshi (who started his career at City, but has since played in America, and is FGR's top goalscorer) got to the ball first, rounded the stranded Garner and slotted the ball into the net. 0-1 and a ridiculous goal to concede.

At half time the draw for "Name the Stadium" was done, and the winning name was "Mayday Trust Park" which is as good as we could have hoped for. It retains the name Park, and is a worthy cause to gain some publicity (http://www.maydaytrust.org.uk/) however, I and the other stripes will still be calling the ground Twerton Park, I imagine the only one who will call it Mayday Park is Mark Stillman the stadium announcer.

City continued to toil in the rain, but for all their attempted football they were toothless in the final third and as per the rest of the season we were truly blunt in attack. The rain continued, Josh Egan came on and managed to get over half an hour of game time. While he didn't actually show much, a lot of people have high hopes for young Egan, and hope a more sustainable approach will lead to future City squads based on youthful, locally based players. It maybe pie in the sky, but who knows.

Reece Styche came on, and surprise surprise he scored. 0-2 and this was how the game finished, City had no real clear chances on goal, and a depressing game ended.

As a footnote to the game, I walked back to Oldfield Park in the pissing rain, before seeing some FGR fans try and giving it borderline, Danny Dyer large to some younger City fans. Clearly, they must have said something to someone in one of the pubs in Twerton/Oldfield as out of nowhere a plank of wood waiving mentalist appeared. Cue mayhem, with the man with the plank/club posturing at one end of the ramp while the knuckle dragging Neanderthals were throwing glass bottles and insults.

So man with plank runs to higher ground and swings plank at crowd of FGR fans, wet plank falls from hand, man decides one on fifteen isn't odds he fancies and scarpers, chased by the baying pack. Bizarre.