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Millwall 4-0 Preston North End ~ Match Report

Rating: 2 votes, 4.00 average.
5.20 on a Saturday afternoon is no time to be watching football but the bastard SKYTV deemed this game worthy of their pox ridden cameras and so we are left to pick up the pieces with a pathetically low attendance for a game of great significance for both teams. Well done you soulless fuckwits..


Let’s face it, PNE are the leagues walking dead with a mahogany manager who has about as much appeal as an outbreak of psoriasis.

Even with our main strike force nullified by red cards and injuries we still should’ve had enough in our locker to sort out the fall from Preston.

Christ knows what time me and MrsB got there as our usual Saturday strategy went out the window but I do know that we got there early enough to make a small purchase for the help the heroes fund and hear a strangely haunting female voice wafting over the stands of the Den as we waited for the turnstiles to open.

The voice, of course, was from Kelly Ann (KAS) Sproul, a charming young lady with a truly beautiful voice who was warming up her tonsils for our match day entertainment. She is known as the ‘new’ forces sweetheart and she sings songs from a bygone age with such passion and charm that you are lost in the mists of time as she sings her songs.

The Help for Heroes day at the Den is always a special occasion and it was disappointing to note on my recording of the game how little SKY mentioned it, the nasty, bastards.
Mr Jackett had no choice to put his faith in Josh McQuoid and John Marquis as a striking partnership and we all waited to see how they would cope.

The full line up was as follows: Forde, Dunne, Purse, Ward, Barron, Henry, Trotter, Mkandawire, Townsend, McQuoid and Marquis.

The sun was still blazing as referee Boyeson got things going (with the aid of the SKY man signalling it was OK to start) and we were off like whippets with James Henry taking on Khumalo who swiftly took the wingers legs away. No yellow card though as only about 30 seconds was on the clock and the ref was still full of the joys of spring.

Townsend swung in the resulting free kick deliciously and it found Ward’s head but he in turn did not find the target.

It was a Townsend free kick that again caused PNE problems as he hit a longer ball this time to the far post where trotter had ghosted in unmarked and the big man did well to hit the target but the PNE ‘keeper was equal to the effort with a fine save.

We tried a short corner routine that nearly paid off when trotter fed Henry whose resulting cross nearly caught out Turner in the PNE goal but he just clawed it away to safety.

Henry worked himself some space and fired a low shot that was tipped onto the post by the diving Turner and as the ball broke loose it looked like McQuoid was fouled by an overzealous PNE defender but the ref was having none of it and waved the penalty appeals away.

We kept going and John Marquis was growing in confidence, twice firing shots from tight angles that showed he wasn’t afraid to take chances and his constant movement and running was causing much consternation in the Preston defence as was the constant threat of McQuoid.

It was total Millwall domination but that elusive goal would not materialise. We were looking forlornly at the SKY studio box that looked like a robot wearing a burkha, and saw Steve Morison waiting to be interviewed at half time and thoughts turned wistfully to him charging towards their goal and banging in another to add to his tally...but thoughts of this nature passed as the half time whistle approached and we won yet another corner. This time the ball was floated across the six yard line and ‘keeper Turner miss cued his punch sending the ball spinning in a tiny loop towards his own goal and there was Darren Purse to forcefully head the ball into the gaping net for 1-0.

The place erupted in relief and unadulterated joy. Pursey was clearly on cloud nine, scoring his first goal for his boyhood club and who were we to deny him his moment of glory? We lapped it up!

That will do us for half time, we thought but it was clear the lades had other ideas and within a minute of the opener Mkandawire lobbed a shortish pass out of defence which was received by marquis who chested it into the path of McQuoid who collected the ball just inside their half and as he moved forward I don’t think anyone in the place apart from McQuoid knew what was going to happen next.

What happened was he let fly from about 35 yards out and the ball screamed into the top corner. 2-0!! Game set and match right on the stroke of half time!
The lads went off to a rousing chorus of approval and poor old PNE looked PRO...that’s pissed right off...

Mr Jackett replaced trotter at half time with Jimmy Abdou as it seemed like Trotts had picked up a knock but this did nothing to stem the flow of pressure as we just carried on where we left off, battering the hapless northerners at will.

Within ten minutes of the restart we were home and hosed as another straight forward move saw Townsend receive a deep cross to the back of their box from McQuoid and as Townsend controlled it he picked out Abdou who shinned it sideways and there was Marquis to stab home his first and our third. 3-0! Party time at the Den!

On the 60 minute mark a sorry looking Preston side turned into an absolute inconsolable side as a long ball forward should have been comfortably dealt with by Morgan but he inexplicably let than ball just bounce off the top of his head and he had no idea where it went but McQuoid knew and was on it in a flash and as he raced into the area the Preston ‘keeper had no choice but to haul him down.

Referee Boyeson pointed to the spot and yellow carded the ‘keeper which was right and then we had a slight argument as to who would take the spot kick with Henry and Townsend both vying for the honour with Henry coming out on top.

Henry stroked the ball home for goal number four and the happiness from the home fans was immeasurable.

Mr Jackett then swapped McQuoid for Bouazza and had to take off Dunne after he got walloped in the mush by Ellington’s elbow so that meant Tony Craig had a run out as we then played out the remainder of the game at walking pace to conserve energy for Monday’s encounter with Scunthorpe.

The final whistle brought whoops of delight from the home fans and howls of despair from the meagre travellers from Preston who knew deep down that their fate was effectively sealed and division 1 was calling them like a spectre in the midnight hour. (if this was audio you would now be hearing Vincent Price laughing like a drain)

So on to Scunny and another three points up for grabs, so make the most of the Easter break and get up to North Lincolnshire and cheer the lads onwards to the glory of the play offs!

See some of you there.....?
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    Good reporting.