Ah, the joys of the new season, where you’re getting back into the swing of things, you’re sitting back and basking in the knowledge that you’ve had a promising start to the new campaign. And yes, I know we’re two points worse off than we were at the start of last season. To be honest,
There will plenty of times to write about what is bound to happen today, or at the very latest tomorrow, but I suppose it’s good that I wasn’t at KM last night after all. First things first – when your (soon-to-be-ex) manager does a lap of honour with tears in his eyes, and won’t even
Blimey, a win. And a clean sheet. And by the sound of it, we even managed to play for more than a half at a time. It’s only taken us 44 games as well. No, I wasn’t there – I was covering next season’s JPT opponents (Pompey, not Franchise) – but Jampot was… Under pressure!
What’s the song we used to sing to other teams? “2-0 in your cup final” wasn’t it? After Parakeets 0 Gulls 2 it doesn’t quite sound so good does it? Actually, while the previous draws/losses pissed me off immensely (not that anyone noticed), today was more of a mock exam where you realise you don’t