Today's Sunday, yesterday was Wednesday

So went up to Sheffield yesterday with the 1927 club. Journey ok, pub good, (nice beer, nice food, nice cat) and the football was ok apart from the complete inability of any City player to put the ball in the back of the net, despie a number of good chances. The ref was rubbish: Phil Dowd reffing us as a punishment for his crap reffing of Spurs and Blackburn last week, and I am pleased to say that my cohorts did not fail to let him know about his failure to understand the rules of the game. He obviously listened, because he was better in the second half: nobody got booked for kicking the ball, or anything.

Alan Wright though is incredibly small. And with his lack of hair he is very reminiscent of the little bald bloke Benny Hill used to pat on the head. Alexander gave him a tentative pat at one point after he cleared the ball well. You could almost hear the music starting up. It would be no surprise if they had to get him a special junior kit, and I hae been told his boots are only size 4. Standing next to Purse he looked like a mascot. The picture here shows him in his Villa heyday next to Gus Poyet. It gives you some idea of the proportions. To be fair, he played ok. For a short arse.

Still top of the league, but we should have won by at least one.