Do They Owe Us A Home Win? (Of Course They Do!)

What a fun Saturday that was! First Alty grabbed their first win of the season at home to Droylsden, despite starting with an 18-year-old loanee goalkeeper making his debut, conceding an early penalty, and then playing the last half-hour with a midfielder between the sticks after the keeper was stretchered off. I've never known a more nerve-wracking 30 minutes of football in my life. But if The Bloods could only manage 3 shots on target in 95 minutes (and that includes the 2 pens they scored from), then they've only got themselves to blame. Pub team!

Myself and Wednesday Dave decided to celebrate the win (and the Owls' first points) by having a few pints in the club bar and a couple more in town before his missus called him in for tea. I decided to carry my good cheer on into Manchester, the plan being to go to the Cornerhouse to see the new French thriller The Serpent but I had time to pop to The Roadhouse to see if there was anyone decent on.

Now I've heard a fair bit of Jeffrey Lewis on Marc Riley's radio shows but had never seen him live so when I discovered he hadn't quite sold out the venue I thought I'd stay for the evening. Two decent supports from Ivan Campo and Onions later, Jeffrey came on to a hushed audience of mainly students and indie kids only to be assailed by some mad woman who tried to tip his keyboards over. When she was ushered away, Lewis proceeded to play a set whose first 30 minutes or so were all Crass covers. I must have been the only person in the room shouting the words to "Banned from The Roxy" and "Do They Owe Us A Living?" and bobbing up and down like an idiot. Until he delved into his own material, that is, and then the roles were reversed. Still, I left with a grin on my face, though that could have been down to the euphoria from that afternoon's footy.

Or the beer.

I'll have to see if it works again this week with Witton Albion and Vic Godard.