‘Like butter through a knife, butter through a knife,’ yelled the fella behind me as Colchester ambled through the Rovers defence to score their fourth goal. Whilst Rovers had not quite been so bad as to reverse the laws of physics, they had plumbed new depths of awfulness in a torrid ninety minutes in which they managed to make the third tier’s worst club look like Barcelona. Continue reading “Colchester United 4-1 Doncaster Rovers: 250 word match report”
