Finally, Something to Cheer About

In the words of our very own Able:

"I didn't see that coming"

From the position that we were in at half time and looking at some of the scores on the old box, I will have to admit that I wasn't expecting a turn around like that.

Extraordinary Rendition

Its 12.15pm on Boxing Day and I am stationery on the M25 wondering just what the fuck has gone wrong with my life.

Why I chose to go to Ruislip where Wealdstone play via the London Orbital motorway is down to one thing and one thing only, the voices in my head. They haven't quite reached Ronnie Kray proportions yet but they still have the ability to deflect me from what is right and sensible.

Squid & Sprouts

To be brutally honest, if you're a regular visitor to this particularly idiotic corner of the interwebs, you'll be fully aware of the sort of season we are currently enduring here at Sutton United FC. So if you're a bit short on time at what is after all a somewhat stressful and hectic time of the year, I'd suggest skipping the rest of this. Mainly as it'll be nowt you've not already bloody read several times before.

Strange, No Match Tickets

Its now been thirteen weeks since Sutton have managed to string together something simple like two victories in a row. We've not had a lot of luck this season, but that is the wonder of football with all its trials and tribulations. So what about our trip to Hertfordshire and back? Well lets just say many a good days session has been spoilt by 90 minutes of football. And this was one of them.

Even the Wind and Rain can't Stop the Dream

Finally we get to play in what can only be described as the pinnacle of county football. Not only that but only the best teams in the whole of the county dare to enter such a ferocious and demanding competition. A place where you are only up to six games from eternal glory and a place in Valhalla itself. (FFS, get on with it Duke - ed.) It must be the...

Sounding Like a Broken Record

I was meeting Taz at a pub and as I went in, I noticed two pretty women looking at me. 'Nine,' I heard one whisper to the other as I passed. Feeling pleased with myself, I swaggered over to Taz and told him a girl just rated me as nine out of ten. 'I don't want to ruin it for you,' he said, 'but when I walked in they were speaking German.'