There were about 200 in the Carlisle end, mostly silent but for the odd burst of yer-nigh-tid which I declined to sing for obvious reasons and a bit of the great escape which I also sat schtum for. Froze my tits off at that ****hole ground. Carlisle lost 1-0 after an incredibly dull performance and the half time chips were ****. Not even the slightest hint of trouble, in fact it was positively tame Got a bit pissed beforehand and supped a bovril (mmmmmmm... synthetic stock beverage nostalgia) during the second half so it wasn't a night completely without merit
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