Bentley's Absurd Gait
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Admittedly it was a pretty sparse crowd that night, but am I the only one who looks back on the second half of that game and remembers one of the greatest Blues' displays of all time? Fry had left us, and local hero Spud had taken his place, a 3-0 home defeat to WBA was a terrible injustice, but we feared that Judas had taken the magic away with him. But we still had the players, and that night, as the goals rained in against a side which would be promoted to Serie A that season, I actually believed we were destined for the top flight. Gary Jones played like Michael Owen that night, Ricky Otto was brilliant as only he could be. We would be even better than we had been under Fat Baz, we wouldn't have to worry about loyalty because Spud was SUFC through and through. Festive wins against Charlton and the hated Brum gave us more reason to believe, but it was on that freezing night with a few other brave souls that I truly deeply felt we could be world beaters. As the King once said, now and then, there's a fool such as I......