I’m a complicated soul; I like orange juice but not oranges; dark beer but not Guinness, and though I consider Rotherham our biggest rivals, anticipate games against Scunthorpe more eagerly. So after flogging fanzines in the sort of wind that would have had Captain Scott deciding on a duvet day, I was grateful for the warming sensation that came with rattling in two early goals against the daft metallic bastards. Continue reading “Doncaster Rovers 3-0 Scunthorpe United: 250 word match report”
