Our home match v Reading was put back from Saturday afternoon to Tuesday night, due to the Royal's involvement in the FA Cup fourth round - we didn't have a cup game, having lost a replay against League One Portsmouth at Fratton Park, but enough of that already.
It was the eve of mine and Sharon's holiday to Singapore, Burma, Koh Lanta and Thailand, so we thought that we'd celebrate the occasion and have a rare, (nowadays), pre-match beer. We met Max at his flat and walked down the road to his new local The Brewers Arms, a pub that I had never been in before.
We made our way to Portman Road after a couple of San Miguels and were in our seats in time to see the two teams enter the pitch, Reading wearing a truly awful strip, of what I would describe as, insipid pink - it looked like a white kit having been washed alongside something red by mistake! They describe it as African Violet.
The seasons lowest attendance of 16,616 witnessed a first half which was as bad as anything that I've seen all season, it reminded me of the 0-0 match versus Wigan just over a year ago. It was that bad that Sharon was reevaluating her renewing her season ticket!
The second half did start a little bit brighter, but it still had a feeling of a goalless bore. Ryan Fraser gave Town a surprising lead, (from my point of view, given my negativity!), in the fifty-seventh minute, when his shot, from a Freddie sears cross, deflected off Jake Cooper and past Reading's stranded keeper Ali Al-Habsi.
Cole Skuse, gave away a needless penalty ten minutes later, after needlessly bringing down Hal Robson-Kanu in the box. Garath McCleary converted the resultant penalty to level the scores.
With just a minute remaining on the clock, substitute Brett Pitman popped up with the winning goal smashing in Fraser's low cross from close range, extending Town's record of wins on a Tuesday night to sixteen and moving us back up to sixth place in the table, in the process.
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