… and still gutted for Archie, for forcing me to wake up from what had been a glorious dream (Reading? Elm Park? In the Premiership?) – ultimately only redeemed by the madejs-tic triumphs of the 2005/06 season – and for all the injustices of the day itself and before it. A patched-up, threadbare Reading side just unable to hang on to the result their football and approach to the game richly deserved – just take a look at the breathtaking speed of that opener and the 1-2 punch of the finish. Yet, at the last, a side run too low on resources and unable to push itself over the line into the Premiership – a better metaphor for what life in top flight football has become you couldn’t hope to find.
Ahhh football, dammit. She’s a hard, cruel and unforgiving mistress.