Bloody hell, wasn’t Sizewell B 1 Chernobyl 0 dull? Seriously, I had forgotten how crap weather conditions can make games (a) uninteresting and (b) hard work. It really did get to the stage where both the kids in front of me, and the ongoing saga of a falling down corner flag by the hAE was
Having suitably thawed out sufficiently enough due to weather now currently dumping itself forcefully on SW19 Towers, I can now write that our two game unbeaten run continued with Chips 1 Steak 3 (AET) pushing us forward in yet another crappy cup competition that I didn’t even bother noting the name of. Oh well, we
Panic over. Looks like Memorial Ground 0 Gap Road Cemetery 4 has stopped the rot of, er, 2 games without a victory, and it was a pretty comprehensive one at that. On a pitch that could easily resemble a potato field, and on a grassy viewing area that did resemble a potato field, a largely
Who wants to win something called the Vase anyway? I remember when I were a lad that competitions were leagues, or given proper titles such as cups, or trophies. But vase? Do the winners get a crystal glass UEFA cup shaped object with a couple of daffodills plonked in some water? Still, I had a
Well, I wrote a pretty long piece on the Dons Trust AGM part 2 : The Auditor’s Revenge, but realising that I’m on legit iffy ground ATM, has prohibited me saying what I genuinely feel ATM. Perhaps I ought to step down so you can find out what I’m thinking So instead, I’ll issue my
Well, that was coming wasn’t it? Officers 2 Squaddies 2, and so ends the LSC-esque winning run. TBH, the longer we were going to go without dropping points, the bigger the inevitable hit was. And I suppose it’s nice to let Sandhurst have the honours of stopping the run, such was their role in AFCW’s
And here we are again, on a cold(ish) night, where the trains were fucked, the drivers on the way to the game were as surly as a Franchise accountant and where once again, Toilet 5 WC 2 was the order of the day. And I have to be honest, we were pretty shit, especially in
Now, I know that it would be far too easy and predictable to make any sort of lame puns about BAT 0 Philip Morris 1 (played at das Volkstadion), so I won’t do any. Honest. Anyway, we lit up (sorry) the Vase with a striking (sorry again) performance, which left the home team all puffed