The scene was set for perhaps the most hyped East Lancashire game in recent history, and it was the first encounter between the two teams in the Premier League. The Telegraph ran headlines on the game for weeks, and internet forums and schools/colleges became a battleground. To make it worse, the Dingles were actually above us. However, their away form was horrible, and we looked strong at home. Then it happened. This is my day...
Few bottles before the game, nervous as hell. Watched the 'Bring on the Clarets' DVD to get me pumped up, not that I needed it. Got to the ground two hours or so before kick off, to greet their coaches in (however we weren't allowed to give any offensive gestures, so after the first warning we were restricted to merely waving). I saw my mate on the coach who delighted in banging on the windows abusing me. Most of the fans on the coaches looked like typical Dingles though! Even made my way on Sky before the game; with my Brother screaming 'COME ON ROVERS'. Then after some milling about, off to the ground.
Had a pint inside, and joined in with the chanting in the Blackburn End lower tier concourse. After a bit of chanting, off to my seat. Wow, the noise was incredible. Everyone was up for it, chanting like I have never seen at Ewood. The game was a blur if I'm being honest. They scored a screamer, knew it was going to happen as soon as he got the ball. They went mental, everything seemed to go blank. It almost felt like an out of body experience, but a horrible one. Stood there, but didn't get angry or upset. I have no idea why.
Then, there was the wonderful fightback. Dunn scored, and chaos ensued. Then it was Di Santo's turn... I thought the referee had given a foul and didn't celebrate, then I realised and again it was mental. Ran around block N05 like a nutter, same for the third goal. Enjoyed baiting the scum, and felt amazing! The Second Half was grim, some good chanting but the team just defended, not really offering much going forward. They scored, and I have never fretted that much in my life. Burnley's pressure was kicked up a notch, and at one point it looked like Eagles would get a good shot away. After what felt like forever, the whistle went. What a feeling... then 'I gotta feelin' came on and everyone was going crazy, dancing and singing. Absolute jubilation.
Went home from there, after their coaches came past. Saw a few sheepish Dingles from college on the coach. Some tried giving stick at us, with one arse stuck to the window, some chants of "town full of p***s", but most looked dejected. Brilliant. Got home and had a few.
Overall, what a day. One of the best in my 17 year old life as a Rovers fan.
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