Well we were due to give somebody a good arse whipping one of these days, and Frim 0 Prim and Proper 5 might be it. Good thing is, it wasn’t even our best performance of the season. Whether it was because they couldn’t cope with our travelling support, switching grounds or whether they were just
OK then, all together now ……… 3-1 down and 4-3 up, doo dah, doo dah. Ahem. For the second game in a row, South of Heaven 4 North of Greenford 3 had it all – comebacks, sendings off, moments of skill, excitement and on occasions excrement. As I now officially have the attention span of
I really did not think that at 1200 on May 28th, 2002, that the very day I write this I would be enjoying watching a team called Wimbledon playing in blue and yellow in South West London with little or no regard for a club that would still be plying its trade at Selhurst Park.
Bloody hell. Was On Celsi’s Doorstep 3 On Spurz’s Doorstep 3 [AET, On Celsi's Doorstep win 5-4 in a nailbiting penalty shootout] nervewracking or what? I’m exhausted even now (my typing’s gone up shit creek certainly). Anyway, where shall we start? OK, it was actually quite shit for the first half. On second thoughts, it
Sorry about last week. Shit happens. Speaking of which – wasn’t Writing 2 Reading 0 kewl? Much better than last week, though I gather that playing with two semi-fit strikers up front rather than one unfit striker up front normally does help you win games. Anyway, I can’t remember if Reading Town had a shot
Ruby Tuesday. Aka Sold Ground for housing 0 Sold Ground for, erm… 0. And actually, it was pretty non descript. Except for the fact that the pitch wasn’t very good. In fact, I’m struggling about this one, it wasn’t like the othergames at all. Cooper had a 1-on-1 with the goalkeeper (or something like a
