In my first year of university I met a girl from Cambridgeshire. ‘I’ve been up north once,’ she said, ‘it was weird, the houses were joined together’. That’s the difference between the home counties and us – they view terraces as a novelty. I try not to hold judgements, but arriving in Cambridge Sunday I saw a mime artist ordering a crepe. It really is a different world.
With the wind swirling round the Abbey Stadium, the home side adapted best to the conditions. They played the better football and made the better gains, but required the softest of penalties to go ahead; Aaron Taylor-Sinclair getting his foot to a bouncing ball, only for the referee to point to the spot. Thorsten Stuckmann saved, however Luke Berry turned home the rebound.
A goal down, yet the first half’s pointless exertions would be forgotten within ten minutes of the restart. A touch of luck for Mitchell Lund, as he beat his man on the byline with a no-look, no-intention sidestep, and pulled back for Conor Grant to drive a low-shot through the United ‘keeper.
Sunday bloody Lund-day, having set up one the full-back then found himself in the right place to make it 2-1; turning home Cameron Stewart’s excellent far-post cross for his first Rovers goal.
Now raining goals, the next fell within a minute; Lund striding out of defence and working the ball left, where Stewart rolled it for Grant to curl in a magical third.
Job done, on to round three.
by Glen Wilson