The Walter Pigeon Club

Can you believe that this was going to be the tenth time that we have entertained the boys from Hemel? Oh yes my children, it was just a mere three and a half years ago that we arrived in Hertfordshire for an FA Cup tie that was to be the first time that our two teams had actually met. And now it seems like that we can't get away from them, even after getting promoted.

Philosophical Lemmings

Now, I'd pre-prepared a little intro here which lead me into taking the piss out of Steve King and his departure from Whitehawk. Sadly, events at Hemel have surpassed this slightly so I've had to change it a touch to this, but we'll get to all that in a little bit. Am I still going to take the piss out of Mr King? You bet your arse I am.

Can We NOT Play You Every Week?

Thank christ that's over. If we don't see Hemel sodding Hempstead FC ever again it'll be too soon. Of course, it's not really their fault, but those twonks at the our lovely governing body who've seen fit to give us them 3 years running in their poxy comps. And of course, with 2 of the ties going to replays, that's FIVE meetings in 3 years without even counting the league encounters. I think it's safe to say that if we get paired up again in the Trophy this season, both sets of fans will be sharpening up the pitchforks and setting course for North London to torch FA Headquarters and their stupid velvet bag.

Oxblood & Mustard

Now we don't do this for the plaudits. Or money (Ha! If only!). No we do this writing about boozing and Non-League football for the sheer melonfarming love of it. And no awards or baubles or people blowing smoke up our arses is gonna change that in the slightest, oh no. Having said that though, we were just a little miffed not to get a nomination in this years Football Blogging awards.

You ungrateful bastards.

Hemelite? Ain't that a Beer?

Well where to start with this one then eh? First part of a double header against Hemel (today’s league game and then next Saturday in the F.A Cup up at theirs). Dukey needing a little bit of break from being a keyboard warrior and it was I who was slung to the forefront to bring you this weekend’s league fixture. Anyway before all that guff, let me fill you in on some events in Juan's life in the past week and trust me, they are as boring as ever.

The Consistently Inconsistent Referee

There are some people that would say that your football luck averages itself out over a season. They claim to some sort of Kismet or Fate that plays its hand over time. Well I don't give two shits about all that bollocks and things never truly even up. You just have to roll with the punches and except what is, is. That's what happened against Hemel Hempstead.

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.

Deja Groundhog Day Vu

When some Herbert sends you a message on a Friday morning asking if you'd fancy doing the match day blog think long and hard before you reply. If you don't then you too may end up opening a bottle of brandy at 9am on a Sunday morning, staring at a blank sheet of paper and thinking "where the fuck do I start?".

These blokes aren't as daft as they look but more of that later.

Justice

I'm sorry what was that? I didn't quite get it? Our support is fuckin' what? Well I have one word for y'all.....JUSTICE!!!!!

Well here we have it, the replay of our FA Cup match against 'emel 'empstead which on Saturday ended in a 3-3 draw. I suppose really that it will be fair for me to comment on that game because for the neutral it was a crackin' game with goals, controversy and entertainment to last them at least a week.

Euston, Euston, Euston...

So Friday evening, and the text message from the Editor In Chief was received. Get yourself to Euston for the meet, and tickets will be sorted from there!

An early wake up call for myself, as I was staying at the Guvnors Gaff down in Thames Ditton. Now, the misses had mentioned that she had indeed quite fancied watching a game of football, and seeing what we all get up to come Saturdays. So was that a wise decision, for her to come along, and witness the unadulterated idiocy. She seemed at first extremely game to come along, so I was indeed warned by others that this was probably not a good idea. Well, Saturday morning, she decided to drop out, a little sigh of relief.