It’s a frenzy, isn’t it? The photo above was taken today at about 11am at KM, for the Wycombe tickets. About 90 minutes later, the ones for the Tempest End had entirely sold out, and at time of writing it looks pretty much nailed on that the WB will be gone and probably the JS
It always seems to happen when I go away, doesn’t it? A (s)crappy win away, first round proper for the first time in the AFCW era, a league club at home and on telly to boot. Perhaps I ought to bugger off more often? First things first. Thank you AFCW for my birthday present on
So, what shall I say about Vultures 3 Hawks 0? Well, it was cold, there were a lot of people and even Tintin Haydon turned up. Oh, and we played pretty well. Actually, for once we can justify the post-game hype. While our actual play was similar to parts at Newport and Basingstoke, this was
Ah, now that was a bit more like it. Heathrow 4 Stansted 1, Jon Main finding the net again – not once but twice, Danny Kedwell opening his league account, and the sort of performance we saw in August and what we hope – nay, expect – to see on a more regular basis. Welcome
Before I get onto examining England 2 France 0, I suggest you look at this the whole way through before reading on. And yes, I mean the whole way through – no skipping bits, now. Done that? No, I wasn’t intending to get you excited for a potential fixture that we haven’t even qualified for
Ah, Ben Dover 0 Raquel Darrian 0. The magic of the cup and all that. Yesterday was an upset of sorts, because AFCW managed to keep a clean sheet, despite all our hard work in trying not to do so. And on Tuesday, we get to finish the task of going down to crushing, painful
It’s all gone back to 1998. Peter Mandelson is back plotting, Cadbury’s have re-released Wispa, Joe Kinnear is back making expletive-laden press conferences, and AFCW have treated us to a good old fashioned WFC-style fuckup. Even better, we managed to do it for the longest league away journey available with some of the shittiest travel
Continuing my usual don’t-really-cover-evening-games-unless-I-want-to-say-something approach to, er, evening games there was something quite pleasing about last night. I know before Suburb of Wimbledon 3 Suburb of Frenzyville 0 we all had our (more than) slight concerns about it. Another lackisadical performance, stumbling its way painfully to extra time before the ultimate heartbreak of penalties? Be