Joe Gatting and the balding little pixie otherwise known as Gary Hart, contrived to whip in a cross that Turnbull thought he'd leave (just to break the monotony of the game), thus allowing Colin Kazim Richard to head into an open net from about one yard. The double barrelled striker, bought entirely from the proceeds of a donation by a multi-national, uber-capitalist, proletariat-exploiting, fizzy-drink manufacturing organisation, now suddenly thought that Premiership football and 'roasting' sessions with assorted Page 3 girls awaited following the fact he had scored a goal Andy White wouldn't have missed. Thankfully (for us anyway), it meant that Richards spent the last 80 minutes strutting around like a hormonally-primed, steroid-injecting gangster who seemed to think that it was his God given right to have every ball passed exactly to his feet, and that there was no point in doing any running/closing down, thus allowing his questionable talent to be well and truly bypassed for the duration.