Looking Back: Lincoln City 7 (seven) Rochdale 1

There’s something very satisfying about seeing your teams score written as it is above. Before mobile phones and the internet, the vidi-printer was the most up to date way of getting scores through. When your team scored seven or more, the BBC were kind enough to write the word as well as the numerals, just so you were sure it wasn’t a misprint.

In October 2006 I saw our score written for the first time ever. I used to spend my Saturday afternoon’s stood by Casey’s DJ Hut, watching both City and the scores from our league come through. I had the luxury that evening of watching Lincoln score seven, and then having the BBC confirm what I’d seen in the flesh moments later.

I shouldn’t have been surprised, the end of 2006 saw some of the best football I’ve ever seen at Sincil Bank. For a few months we were a slick and well oiled passing machine, serving up the sort of product the Sky TV Cameras would be happy to put on the box. Just a week prior to the Rochdale match we’d stuffed five past Barnet at Underhill, gaining some sort of revenge for the 6-0 thumping they handed us on their promotion in the early 1990’s.

Just days after a Johnstone’s Paint Trophy game against Grimsby attracted just 2,000 fans, poorly supported Rochdale came to the Bank. 5194 turned up, with just 248 visitors. Around Lincoln the word was out: The Imps are a decent side.

The line up that day was: Alan Marriott, Nicky Eaden, Nat Brown, Lee Beevers, Paul Mayo, Ryan Amoo, Lee Frecklington, Scott Kerr, Jeff Hughes, Mark Stallard and Jamie Forrester.

Yeah that’s right, we won 7-1 and Ryan Amoo played. Basically, we won 7-1 with ten men.

We were second going into the game, two points behind Walsall but one ahead of Swindon in third place. Rochdale came to Sincil Bank on a six match unbeaten run, and sat in 13th. Their potential had been underlined two weeks previous when they’d thrashed Darlington 5-0.

Despite us being second our form had been indifferent. Before Barnet and an early October win against Hartlepool (2-0) we’d lost two on the bounce, away at Boston (1-0) and Bury (2-0). There was no reason to think this would be anything more than your average lower league clash.

The game didn’t take long to kick into life. A fierce drive from Jamie Forrester gave us the lead on eleven minutes, and within five minutes we were 2-0 up. His strike partner Mark Stallard slotting home from close range to put us in the driving seat. Even at that point it didn’t feel like we’d run away with it, certainly not to get to the point where our goals tally needed describing in words.

Rochdale pulled one back through Alan Goodhall on 23 minutes, and what followed was a tense end to the opening period. 2-1 is a dangerous score, and having been 2-0 up Rochdale sniffed a chance. A youthful Glenn Murray missed a good opportunity, Sincil Bank hasn’t turned out to be a good ground for the forward, now at Brighton.

Just before half time Jamie Forrester put daylight between the two sides with his second of the game, a sweet right footed strike from just inside the area. The two-goal lead was restored and half time was upon us. They say it’s a good time to score, and for City that couldn’t be more true.

The goal deflated Rochdale and they came out a dispirited and disjointed side. Lincoln on the other hand came out ready to add more goals, and immediately we began to toy with our opposition like a cat playing with a dead mouse.

Jamie Forrester completed his third hat trick of the season just four minutes after the restart, slamming the ball home in front of the Stacey West, and the game was dead and buried. It wasn’t over, but a few of the Rochdale players thought it was. Simon Ramsden at right back looked particularly lethargic, and Jeff Hughes proceeded to torment him, tease him and ultimately make him look utterly useless.

A right foot Jeff Hughes strike made it 5-1 on 56 minutes, and just ten minutes later Mark Stallard grabbed his second and Lincoln’s sixth. We poured forward time after time, always looking like scoring. On the touchline we were jubilant, the way were playing we could have scored ten.

Jeff Hughes added a second to make it 7-1 with 13 minutes still to play. Away fans were directly opposite the DJ booth, and at times the acoustics made them sound louder than the Stacey West. For those last thirteen minutes the silence from that corner would have been deafening, if you could hear it over the chants of ‘we want eight’.

We didn’t get eight, we had to ‘settle’ for seven. Walsall won away at Accrington (2-1) and Swindon won away at Shrewsbury (2-1), but the result gave us a much more competitive goal difference. I remember sighing a little as their scores came through, only to do a little wee in excitement as I saw our score written. Lincoln 7 (seven) Rochdale 1.

A week later just under 1,000 Imps fans travelled to Swindon Town to watch us win 1-0. Coupled with Walsall drawing 0-0 at home with MK Dons, it meant we went top of the league for the first time in many years. John Schofield picked up a Manager of the Month award, Mark Stallard and Jamie Forrester got a couple of Player of the Month awards and Lee Frecklington was called up to the Eire B squad. It’s fair to say that Sincil Bank was surrounded by positivity, the like that hasn’t been seen since. Until this season, of course.

One thing we haven’t seen this season is a worded goal tally though, but given the multiple giant killings, extended stay at the top of the table and all round consistency we’ve achieved, I might be able to get past it.




  1. Yes what a game that was I remember it very well . Did we after that have a poor run that some managers would of been sacked long before schofield was?

  2. 7-1 Phfffff….. Lol
    I can vaguely remember the imps beating Bournemouth 9-0, I was knee high to a grasshopper. Fond memories of my now passed uncle cliff who first introduced me to sincil bank # uti

  3. Wow! What a game! I remember it well – partly for the reasons you describe and partly because it’s the game that killed my Dad!
    He had been a season ticket holder for many years and the reason why even now, 37 years since I left Lincoln I am still as avid a supporter as I am! As they did every October, he and Mum headed off to Cornwall for a weeks hols and having driven all day they got to their holiday flat in time for the footy results. Mum went to make coffee and came into the room to find Dad was dead in front of the telly!
    Although a massive shock at the time, we have reflected since that he wouldn’t have wanted it any other way – the final words in his ears Lincoln 7 (seven) Rochdale 1 !!!

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