Yesterday Leigh and I decided to take the train over to Peterborough, well Mark Reeder had dramatically pulled out of the pie-eating finals in Sheffield so we had to do something. We’d arranged to meet a friend Otto after the football so fortified with a pint of Citra and a nice bit of Thai food we headed to London Road.
£20 to stand on the London Road Terrace was not bad at all and I love standing – football just isn’t football without terracing. Why anyone would chose to sit let alone watch from a box is beyond me… football is attracting the wrong sort of people these days.
The game was exciting with a fair bit of skill and one dreadful two-footed challenge aside the referee let things flow and the game was better for it. Peterborough went ahead on 27 minutes through Barnett (I’d nipped to the loo!) and doubled their lead when man-of-the-match Taylor scored a cracking goal just before half-time.
The second half was similar with both sides attacking. The Posh fans were started to get edgy as Blackpool piled on the pressure and brought on Kevin Philips and then Bednar. That pressure told when Blackpool’s third sub Dicko scored with 10 minutes to go. The locals were now anxious and talking about throwing away a comfortable win. They were placated when local hero George Boyd finished a superb move on 86 minutes. The crowd of 7540 erupted and chants of ‘we are staying up’ rang round the London Road Terrace. Such is life for struggling clubs.
We headed back to Charters, a 20th Century Dutch Barge turned real ale pub and Thai restaurant, to meet Otto. A couple more pints of Citra before we headed into town to the awful Bulls Head Hotel, the very nice Ostrich and the excellent Oakham Ales, Brewery Tap for another couple of Citras.
All-in-all a great day out, good beer, good football and good friends.