THE MILLERS Grind wouldn’t make any Boro’s Greatest Hits album. It probably wouldn’t even make an Berlin drugs phase B- side. It was a flabby filler on the difficult third album. No one would ever claim it as their favourite and all but the most ardent fan will forget it immediately and, to be honest, on CD most people would just skip it. But it is there, part of critically acclaimed wider body of work that has some far more memorable stuff on it so you tolerate it and accept it for what it is: a bum note in a classic collection.
Sometimes you have to work through those numbers as part of the build-up to get to the big anthemic crowd pleasing finale. The 1-0 win over Rotherham was like that. A downbeat, going through the motions set-padding kind of fixture where Ringo or Sid or the Edge was allowed to do the vocals.
And after the triumphant headlining glory of Old Trafford it was all a bit of a comedown but so long as Boro are topping the charts come May, no-one will worry too much about the last couple of solid but unspectacular shows.
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