Come Here To Me!

I truly feel a broken man after last night, though I’m not sure if the cause is merely down to the result. I’m pretty sure that a fabled “dodgy pint” was consumed somewhere along the way, because my body feels as if it was hit with a tonne of bricks. I would have taken a draw before the game, as would the majority of Bohs fans, but to have victory stolen in such  a fashion is heartbreaking.

Red and Black Pride. From FMCPhotos.

It really is immensely satisfying to see something you’ve had a hand in roll out across the crowd. Myself and JayCarax spent many an hour working on the above with the good men of the NBB (rumours of their demise are GREATLY exaggerated,) so to see it come off was a thing of beauty.

"We have a distaste for Rovers" went the chant. Credit, Paul Romanista on Flickr.

Man of the match? More like men of the match. O’Connor, Heary, Burns, Price, O’Brien; Buckley, Bayly, Rossiter, Brennan; Traynor and Flood, all played their hearts out for the ninety minutes. That 18 year old Buckley scored in his home debut for Bohs, before being replaced around the 80 minute mark, seeing out the game from the dugout before racing to the dressing rooms, getting changed without a warm down and legging it back into town to work as floor staff (I won’t sully him with the term “lounge boy”)  in a city centre bar says a lot about the current squad, but grants the lad a heroes status in the eyes of many.

I just cant get enough. From FMCPhotos.

One point that could, and maybe should, have been three. What can you do only say roll on next Friday, Sligo away, and I wouldn’t miss it for the world.

Come on Bohs.