Jimmy Kebe's shorts

March 24th: Leicester City v Reading (Championship)

Two home games in three days then. We're going to the Walkers on a Wednesday because the Coventry game was shoved back to Sunday, remember? Ok, now we're up to speed let's get walking.

The walk from work takes about an hour and fifteen minutes. I'm very hungry so I eat my snack as I find my way to a seat.

[A couple of notes from the team sheets. Firstly, Bruno Berner has apparently managed to injure himself in the warm-up and is being replaced by Ryan McGivern. Secondly, Reading's starting line-up includes one Gylfi Sigurdsson. This, you may or may not recall, is the bloke who was on loan at Crewe last season and who I called 'possibly the worst player in the division' at League One level. It turns out he's not that bad, because he's now an established first team player in a side chasing the Championship playoffs. He just had a horrible, horrible game that day.]

Sixteen minutes into the game, Jimmy Kebe is one-on-one with Chris Weale after a missed tackle by McGivern. Kebe rounds Weale and looks like he's taken it too wide. However, despite the presence of defenders, he manages to slot the ball under the keeper to put the Royals in front. Fuck.

[As he celebrates with team mates, I look at Kebe and can only think one thing: he looks ridiculous in green shorts.]

Five minutes before half time, Lloyd Dyer breaks down the left and crosses neatly to the head of Martyn Waghorn, who steers it past Adam Federici for the equaliser. Moments later, Dyer feeds Andy King in the middle but Federici bats his effort over the bar. The teams go in level at the break, which seems fair.

City look good in the second half with Paul Gallagher looking especially impressive. Reading's Andy Griffin, for some reason, gets into an altercation with Dyer, which results in several players pulling each other's shirts and so on.

[This is one thing about football that annoys me. The majority of these boys cannot fight, and even if they did they'd be sent off. So why square up to each other all the time?]

No goals appear to be on the horizon, though, despite a number of attacks at each end. But in injury time, Nolberto Solano clips Simon Church as he makes his way to goal. Only one outcome here: penalty. Sigurdsson (of course) slots the spot kick into the bottom corner to steal the points. Bollocks. Again.

The walk home always seems longer after a defeat.

Final score: Leicester 1 Reading 2

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