Had to suffer a rather annoying invasion by the YeLOLow Army today as Oxford and their vomit-inducing, yellow replica shirt clad supporters came to town (when your home crowd averages a smidgen above 2500, then 1700 away supporters definitely constitutes an invasion).
Dean Morgan starred up front for the Pox and, rather pleasingly, was kept comfortably in former Royal Alan Bennett's back pocket all afternoon. Morgan does seem to be a thoroughly scummy individual. Even though he's spent the past 10 years tramping round the basement divisions, he still seems to think he's Wayne Rooney. No Dean, you're just a bit shit.
So, my record against the traditional Reading rivals reads won one (Aldershot), lost one (Swindon), drawn one (Oxford). Meh.