So then, with Doncaster buried beneath two feet of snow this weekend’s scheduled South Yorkshire derby has bitten the white stuff. With most of Rovers particularly diminutive squad likely to be buried up to their waists by the drifts in parts of the pitch the match was sensibly postponed on Thursday, but I can’t be the only one disappointed not to be watching football in the snow. It’s by no means the best conditions for football, but it does bring an element of comedy to a sport which takes itself too seriously too often.
Last weekend’s Middlesbrough v Hull City match played in a Teeside blizzard was something of a rarity as safety concerns for fans and players make snow-bound football increasingly novel. It wasn’t always like this though. Remember Dwight York being pelted by snowballs as he lined up to take spot-kick in an FA Cup tie at Bramall Lane? How about Ruud Gullit trying to look angry at a UEFA official despite snow covered dreadlocks as Chelsea struggled through a European tie in Tromso, Norway? And closer to home, many Rovers fans fondly recall the 5-0 victory over Kidderminster in a Friday night Belle Vue snow-storm in the Division Three title season.
Staple of the snowbound football match is of course the coloured ball; traditionally orange, more recently luminous. But what happens when you haven’t got one? Well, as Glentoran and Linfield found out one Boxing Day, you all wind up jigging about like the sort of person you’d normally cross the street to avoid;