Windy Day at Westfield

Just another Saturday at The Falkirk Stadium... in Saturday's match against Dumbarton the home team dominated the play, especially in the first half, could and should have converted a barrowload of chances and failed to clear some speculative crosses into their own penalty area that resulted in three goals for the away team. The fact that Falkirk scored three goals themselves was, in the end, a relief rather than a cause for celebration. A chance for three points wasted by profligacy in attack and defence. Ah, but to the photo:

Saturday was a chilly day, the icy wind cut through numerous layers of clothing and bit at any exposed flesh. It was a strong wind too, as evidenced by the angle of the corner flag which only on occasion rose to the vertical just to prove that this was its rightful position.

I'm going to leave the final word to Robert Burns, who wrote a poem called Winter A Dirge and which starts
"The wintry west extends his blast,
And hail and rain does blaw;
Or the stormy north sends driving forth
The blinding sleet and snaw:
While, tumbling brown, the burn comes down,
And roars frae bank to brae;
And bird and beast in covert rest,
And pass the heartless day."