Andy Munro suffers from vertigo watching Blues.
This is nose bleed territory for most Bluenoses…probably enough to bail out the Blood Transfusion Service. Even more bizarre is the Resurrection of Robbo, a happening of biblical proportions as the Moses of the Championship is transformed from the nil-eight Bournemouth scapegoat to a man of prolific goal scoring tendencies. Indeed, I can hear the sound of many people chomping on many hats but I’m pleased to say that I am not one of them, given my respect for the ancient warrior.
With the rejuvenated Dave Davis unfortunately injured, Gary Rowett gambled on the creative but more delicate Shinnie. In fairness, after a shaky start, he did himself no harm apart from failing to convert a couple of chances.
Noticeable was another sterling (no pun intended) performance from young Demarai Gray who has taken the mantle of mayhem maker in the absence of the injured Cotterill. Yet, there were some hair raising moments in our defence with the ever reliable Morrison clearing twice off the line. Luckily Bolton’s defence looked Lee Clark shaky every time Blues attacked and this helped in the quest for three points.
With Bolton desperate for a win, it was never going to be easy and it is noticeable that many of Championship wins are just by the odd goal given the competitiveness of every team in this league. Yet Bolton have spent some decent money and have a decent manager with a European pedigree but such is the narrow margin between success and failure. He must thank his lucky stars that he’s not managing Leeds but, even then, his days seem numbered.
Meanwhile the Macron is quickly becoming Blues favourite stadium, something that could never be said in the days of Big Sam. Before we get too carried away, we have yet to play Brighton and Middlesborough but it’s great to be able to dream again rather than suffer the nightmares that have haunted us in the recent past.
