This is getting serious. Oxford played like a team possessed with the spirit of Boca Juniors. This was a polished display with a load of scoring chances. Oxford were poor at finishing in the first half but come the second session Chester had to chase for a result and Oxford took them apart.
The goals were proper shots in the area, all coming from team play across the pitch and all the kind of strikes any player would be proud of. James Constable was the hero of the game with his three but Alfie Potter must get a mention for his constant work and Matt Green for working hard despite the Chester players pulling him down at every opportunity.
Even Old Misery Guts in front of us was much quieter as he could find nothing to complain about. He paid grudging respect to the ref who let the game play on rather than stopping it for every 'spirited challenge'. That said, the game was well played by both sides with little foul play.
My son sat through the whole match, as ever blissfully unaware of the rules of association football but he has a whale of a time enjoying the atmosphere and wheedling sweets out of his grumpy dad. Even the two youths behind us swearing like a couple of grown ups couldn't dampen the atmosphere.
This is developing into a sensational season, although I always caution my son as we approach the stadium that no club wins every match so we need to be prepared. I would love to be wrong and with Oxford top of the Blue Square it's time to be cautiously optimistic...isn't it?
Dangerous words in the topsy turvy world of football.
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