Die Hard is a Christmas movie, don't let anyone ever tell you it isn't. Some people don't like it, I reckon it says a lot about someone if they don't like Die Hard, not in a good way either. I suppose one of the reasons folks might not be into it is they think it's too far fetched. How can ten blokes train their sub-machine guns on John McClane and not a single bullet hit him? Nobody dodged THAT MANY bullets they say, what a load of nonsense they talk.
They should have been at Plough Lane today. We dodged more bullets that Bruce Willis did in the whole series, and like the vest wearing New York cop, we don't care either.
Did we play great? Nah, and were we in all honesty slightly outplayed at times by Mansfield's ten men? Yep. Did we have the advantage of the totemic Aden Flint going off after twenty minutes and one of the leagues best players in Davis Keilor-Dunne being on the bench? Yep, but thems the breaks. Then, before we got the winner did we survive what looked to me an absolute stonewall penalty claim against us? Yes again, but we've had our share of ridiculous decisions.
So there it is. Omar scored a cracker, we let a soft (but well finished) equaliser in, we dodged a shower of bullets with the penalty claim, then won it at the death with a goal on his debut from Ronan Curtis.
Someone off the Mansfield bench jumped in the crowd for a ruck, the Mansfield fans sang "You're not fit to referee" (it was hard to argue) and Nigel Clough shook his head in disbelief.
We couldn't believe it either, but we got the three points. That's all that matters really, and if we'd drawn 0-0 at Wrexham, MK & here we'd have the same number of points we have from losing two and winning this one.
That's football. I felt (a little bit) for Mansfield, but thems the breaks. Yippy Kye Aye and all that stuff.
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