Finally…. Maybe it’s because it’s been due since October, or because we’re psychologically as close to safety as we have been, or we’re demob happy, or whether the opposition really were that shit, but thank fuck for Truman 4 Marstons 0. OK, it might have flattered us a little bit, we looked pretty shaky at
This site will pledge not to use “Gone for a…” tomorrow if we lose. I suppose if I was inclined to go down the cliche route, I would be going on about how tomorrow is yet another six-pointer. And in many senses, it is – a win tomorrow would push us to within three points
If only… Well, last night certainly turned into one of those nights, didn’t it? And I’m not referring to the detours aplenty your editor ended up having to make on the way there and back. At least I now know how to get from Addlestone to the A3 via Woking. OK, we never seem to
So, looks like that run of form didn’t last too long… Deep down, there seemed to be something a bit predictable about losing at the Memorial Stadium. A bit of confidence going into it for once, the usual fatal slow start, with the inevitable chasing the game and eventually coming away with a moral victory.
Football really is a funny game, isn’t it? This time last week we were staring at the relegation abyss and preparing to jump head first into it. We still had points on the board, but our confidence was on the floor and looking like it was sinking even further down the plughole. The nerve was
So a must-win game and we won, eh? Two contributions below, the first one from Tudor: Wombles huffed and puffed, Blew a couple of goals in: A much-needed win. And the second one from Jampot. My thoughts afterwards. And…….breathe! Well it wasn’t pretty but in the end, effective. A Wimbledon win – as unseasonable as
It’s just as well your editor is at Griffin Park tomorrow, because I’m not sure if I’d want to be at KM after Tuesday… Wasn’t a nice feeling, was it? I don’t like having the rest of the week ruined due to such a performance and result. As somebody said on Wednesday, this has been
I’m breaking my own rules here tonight by writing about losing to Plymouth before sleeping on it, but I think if I don’t put fingers to keyboard I won’t be able to sleep a wink and will probably end up smashing something. Doubtless I will still probably end up regretting writing half of this stuff
Like Tudor (see post below), I wasn’t at Edgar Street, but given that some SW19 readers had 14 hour round trips on Saturday to/from the Wimbledon area it might have been a blessing. To try and find much info bar what the OS says on the game is pretty difficult, but then it’s hardly surprising.
Courtesy Tudor: Wasn’t at the game But neither was our defence. Relegation looms. More later. Maybe.