Last night i travelled up the M5 from sunny Devon to Wiltshire to watch the mighty Exeter City take on 3rd in the league Swindon town. And for 90 minutes it went very well, unfortunately football lasts a little bit longer than 90 minutes.
For those who don't know I'm a massive Exeter fan a regular at the real St James Park when back from uni, however the Grecians have been struggling a bit this season after two consectutive promotions.
On the way to the game last night i feared the worst. Swindon have been on fire recently and Exeter had a dull 0-0 draw at home to a team below them at the weekend.
Football never goes to plan though and after 41 minutes James Dunne sent me and 500 other Exeter fan's wild by putting Exeter one up to silence the Swindon faithful. While me and most of the other City fans taunted the rather large bloke on the other side of the divide, Swindon began to dominate the game leading to a string of great saves from Exeter keeper Paul Jones.
Exeter were holding on for a famous three points and the lads on the other side of the barrier had gone very quite, until the ninety third minute when Exeter captain Matty Taylor deflected a shot into his own net, and send 90 percent of the crowd into raptures, and left the traveling city fans silent.
As the final whistle blew, we were taunted with chants of 'going down going down' and the large bloke who received so much abuse had the last laugh. A point was a good result, but when your that close to winning it feels like defeat.
It was a long trip to see City pick up a point, but would i do it again?
Of course i would.
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