Look, do you really care about Saddlers 2 Wells 1? Because I’m fucked if I do. OK, so yesterday was a new ground for me (my 62nd or so, I believe), we played well for about the first 900 seconds and then fell asleep as per usual. Shipps netting probably shocked us so much that
Arse, arse and thrice arse. Just what the hell is it with postponements this season? There I was, on the 1138 Wimbledon to Fratton Express of Doom, when I get a phone call telling me the game is off. A double check two minutes later confirms that this is not a windup, and the delights
By Baggy (to be sung to “American Pie” by Don McLean) A long, long time ago I can still remember how for home games it was half a mile. And I recall how we used to dance as Corky put away another chance And testimonial antics made me smile. But years pass, as our status
Well boys and girls, this is the week of destiny. It’s really kind of strange that I’d ever thought I’d have to write something like this, but then this is Wimbledon FC. At the moment, I’m calm yet nervous as fuck. Nervous as fuck because like everyone else I fear the wrong result. The thought
by Florida John Last of the Summer Wine The most important day in the history of Wimbledon Football Club? I sit here now in a Wimbledon shirt just like I did the night before what I thought was the most important day for Wimbledon Football Club. The night of Friday 13th May 1988. That night
And after the fun and games of Boro comes Zulu Army 0 SW19′s Army 2 – if this is the last ever game we get to see WFC, it’s a fucking good way to go out. The game? Well, in truth Brum were no better than we are – certainly not playoff contenders. But then
So, where shall I start with Boro 2 Borrowed Time 0 then? The match for a start : we actually played quite well, except the final third. DC missed a couple of sitters, nobody else came that close to netting, their first goal was offside and I bet that KC wished he’d never had that
So then, do you actually care that it finished Chardonnay 0 Claret 0? Seriously? And I don’t just mean that’s because it finished goal-less either. There was a seriously strange mood about the place today – I noticed things didn’t seem all that special even when I got up – and as you’ll see later
Well, Bog Monsters 0 Smog Monsters 0 wasn’t bad was it? Pretty good, actually. Could you remember Boro having ANY shots on target? Me neither. All right, so there might have been one at the end, but really it was a very similar game to last year. Minus the silky skills of the legendary Johnathon
Belated happy new year to anyone who cares. And a very unhappy new year to Koppout. Looks like he’s been leaking stuff about the Arbitration Panel, who they are, what they do etc, all stuff that was supposed to be confidential but isn’t now. You should all know by now who’s on it – David