Sometimes I do start to wonder if my presence at the New Manor Ground is a curse.
Take Monday night for example. I had been working late and missed the entire first half and the early stages of the second.
Just as I entered the ground but before I got a view of the pitch, a huge roar went up as Ilkeston’s exotically-named substitute Eddy Samba gave them a 1-0 lead.
For the remainder of the game I stood contemplating the inevitable as most of my fellow supporters around me were cheering on the team for what appeared to be a valuable three points, oblivious to what lay ahead as the game headed into stoppage time.
And, of course, the curse struck when Blyth scored on 91 minutes. Some fans felt it was a point won, others felt that these were two points lost. To me it felt like another defeat to add to those I had witnessed earlier this season.
After all, I’d only seen the one goal and that was scored by the opposition.
Considering how well the team has done, riding high in the table with a good chance of making the play-offs at the very least, it may come as a surprise to some when I can say without fear of contradiction that I’ve seen Ilkeston lose more games than we’ve won this season.
That fact doesn’t take into account the Blyth result. More remarkable still, when I was present to see the Robins record their biggest league win of the season, I spent the entire 90 minutes cheering on the opposition to raise funds towards a new public address system.
Perhaps the solution to the problem lies in the previous sentence. I should cheer on the other team every time. Or maybe I’d be better off working every time we are playing. After all, we have won 18 times this season while I’ve been busily trying to keep a roof over our heads.
Fans will be pleased to know that I’m working this coming Saturday when the Robins are involved in a massive game at FC United of Manchester. This game could well define the season of both clubs and some observers think that the winners will go on to win the league. We will be taking a large following, and many wouldn’t miss this game for the world.
As far as I’m concerned you wouldn’t catch me at that game if you paid me a million pounds, not with my track record. On second thoughts…