On the 27th of march the sun was shining and people was pretty sure about Darren Ferguson being the right man for the job (..little did we know back then). After being crushed 4-0 away we wanted revenge. It never came. We where up 2-0 after Jones and Davidson had scored but lost the lead just 10 minuts later. Along with about 12.000 others we saw Mellor miss a shure thing in the late minuts of the game.
The game ended 2-2 and the about 12.000 home fans went home as disapointed as you should be after watching your team giving away a two goal lead. To quote the drunk old chap that stopped us on our way out:
"What the fuck was that, lads?!". And he was right. The rest of the evening was spent at The Old Vic. What could go wrong?
