This time last week, I did wonder if I would be finally moving on with a certain game just gone. And for just one more update, I will publish what an SW19 reader sent me – thanks to DMI for this. Back after the second line break. Random thoughts following MK Dons vs AFC Wimbledon
So, 24 hours after that game, and the emotions have died down a bit. It’s fair to say that people are in a positive mood right now, even more so for a good while. There’s been many a metaphor, stacks of similes, dozens of descriptions and a bit of, er, bravado about the catharsis that
Ouch. I’ll repeat that again for the hard of reading. Ouch. The fact that I could easily sum up today in one singular “ouch” suggests that this whole thing went off much better than it had any right to. No, I chickened out and only watched two minutes worth on a Toshiba telly in Ashford
It’s funny to think that barring something massive happening, the next update I put up here will be after something I hoped we never would experience in a lifetime. I may come on here Sunday evening, it may be Monday or even Tuesday, although I could easily be licking my wounds until this time next
I was never too sure when – or indeed if – I would ever write that we would definitely be playing Franchise in a first team game. It might have been a matter of years, or even five years, or even longer. But on the first weekend of December, that’s exactly what we’ll be doing.
Remember two years ago, when us or Ebbsfleet got drawn against Stevenage or THEM? Remember the horribly cold feeling you got when even the very thought of it flashed across your TV screen? For those who have the This Is Our Time book, your editor wrote at length about what happened that very day, so
From the depths of the SW19 archives. Still relevant on this day.
An anniversary can be a double edged sword at the worst of times. Normally, it’s a celebration of some kind – your wedding, your birthday, first job, first grope, a defining victory, that kind of thing. On the flip side, an anniversary can also refer to somebody’s death, or some other tale of woe that
In a development that manages to be a surprise and inevitable at the same time, Drewe Broughton has gone back to Lincoln. And in a few offices and living rooms across South West London, an early glass of champagne was raised. DB’s signing has to be one of the most surreal ones ever performed in
Bloody hell, it’s all happening today. And only one directly involves AFCW… As you know by now, York is off. Probably the biggest no-brainer of the week, and then some. Your editor was boycotting it anyway (yes, really) but at least it’s another Saturday where we can rest our limbs and not use the excus..