15 Years and Counting...

OK people, standard fare for this blog. Sutton are once again in standard Surrey Senior cup action. At home against lower league opposition, in a competition that has us outright favourites considering we're to the top placed team in the whole of the county. The only problem? As has become a custom for this we were going to put out a under strength team. Now what could possibly go wrong right?

The Wrong Sutton

Even in this day and age, it's still a widely held belief that 'JC' saves all who will receive his gift of salvation and those who fully trust in his sacrifice alone as the payment for sin. Which is all well and good if you're into all that theological babble, but seeing as it's not really my cup of Darjeeling, I'll instead settle for an unswerving belief in his ability to stick away a last minute peno on a cold Tuesday night in Torquay thank you very much. Horses for courses innit.

Down in the Gulls

So once again Sutton are back on the road for yet another long distance midweek adventure. Content with a point after  a 600+ mile round trip up to Cumbria, it's now only a mere 400 mile round trip to the wilds of Devon to take on one of bottom four at Plainmoor. And just to think, there was a time when people used to moan about going to Hastings midweek. Oh how the times have changed...

Mickey & his Hattie Jacques

Another giant of the non-league game like ourselves who find their on-field activities overshadowed by the indiscretions of one of their former staffers. Just before Christmas I was in a bar on the Costa sipping a cold Mahou when I got talking to a local expat, as you do, and inevitably the subject matter turned to football. Enquiring as to who I support, I told him Sutton United;

“Aah, I know them. That big fella eating the pie, brilliant, whatever happened to him?”

Arise the Barrow 10! Or 12. Or Bloody 13...

There's hardcore, there's really hardcore and there's bleedin' bloody stupid. And what category would you call the members of Gandermonium? Because it's a cold Tuesday night in February and some of us have made the small 315 mile trip North to watch a rearranged football match of the fifth division variety. And that's before we do the same 315 miles back home again.

The Wrong End Of Town

Having slipped out of the Trophy in a muddy field in the arse end of Northamptonshire last weekend, we've mostly spent this week mumbling about 'Concentrating on the league' and consoling ourselves that a day out at Wembley is hugely overrated anyway as it's a shit soulless bowl and we'd hate being surrounded by loads of day trippers. Well, that's what we're telling ourselves anway...

A Satisfying Plop

Hello my little turtle doves. How nice to see you all again. And what a eventful 4 weeks it's been since I last was before you for the Gateshead blog. Since then, we've progressed in the FA Trophy and the Surrey Cup (much to you-know-who's delight) and had another big win on the telly box. However, the main thing that's happened is that large chunk of the division seems to have managed it's finances about as well as I have after Xmas.