The match ball was waiting on a plinth. Shit had gotten serious at the Keepmoat. “It’s all a bonus,” said Mike as I passed him pre-match. And he wasn’t wrong. Blue sky, relatively full house, big noise, genuinely affable Rovers side. Nowt to lose and all to love. Continue reading “Doncaster Rovers 1-2 Charlton Athletic: 250 word match report”
I was having a pre-match pint when I read James Coppinger wasn’t in the squad. I contemplated staying put and ordering another. A text from a friend conveyed similar thoughts; ‘When I heard Coppinger wasn’t playing I almost went home’. Continue reading “Charlton Athletic 0-2 Doncaster Rovers: 250 word match report”
‘We’re great to watch this season,’ we assured our non-Rovers supporting companion in the pub pre-match. Three hours later the poor sod must’ve been wondering what possible horrors we had inflicted on us last season for this to be considered great watching. Continue reading “Charlton Athletic 2-0 Doncaster Rovers: 250 word match report”
If I had to summarise the season so far, it would be one of lapse defending and injury time goals, so no surprise we had both today. The celebration of James Coppinger’s 500th Football League game for Rovers had many romancing of a vintage performance, a win, and a goal for the legend. Instead we got an uninspiring game with shots on goal a scarce commodity. Continue reading “Doncaster Rovers 1-1 Charlton Athletic: 250 word match report”
Seven minutes in. It’s rare that you can pinpoint the exact moment that your hopes and dreams fade, but that was the time at which James Coppinger limped from The Valley pitch, and you just sensed it was all going to be uphill from there.