The Scunts did very well today, travelling to the East End of London and collecting three points from Millwall.
Millwall, by Jesus!
Anyone who has ever been to Millwall’s ground will tell you what a terrifying place it is, with aggressive, grunting troglodytes on all sides threatening to kill you. Not funny.
Anyway, the lads from north of the line went south and beat the trogs on their home patch, so well done, lads. After all, it’s not as if Scunthorpe has a lot to cheer about these days, much like us, really. We’re all screwed.
British Steel, now known as Corus, announced huge job losses during the week, and Scunthorpe is at the heart of British steel production, which means that a lot of Scunthorpe people will lose their jobs, and for that I feel sorry. Any time we ever travelled there to support them, we received a warm and open welcome. I found the people honest and direct, and not a lot different to the kind of Irish people I count as friends.
If you’ve been coming here for a while, you’ll know that I, along with my friends Wrinkly Joe and Wrinkly Paddy, are confirmed Scunthorpe United supporters, and you’ll also know that we’ve gone over there several times to support them, much to their bafflement.
They’re doing well. Today’s victory puts them third in the league table, which is not too bad at all. Now, admittedly, Leicester are eleven points clear of them, and don’t look like being caught, but you’d never know. Scun could just sneak into second place in the table and qualify for automatic promotion. Failing that, they’re well positioned for the play-offs to make third place. Twenty-eight games played, eighteen left. Who knows?
Good luck Scunthorpe!