Young, Gifted & Fat

So we move on to the final match of 2017. It's been an eventful year I suppose you could say. Who would've thought that a trip 'Oop North' to the wilds of near Manchester at this time of year would end being a top of the table clash? I suppose one way to treat it would be to use the words of Our Lord Dos: "If you'd offered me that before, I would tear your arm off."

Knock Three (dozen!) Times...

Strange how things pan out innit? Last season we met Macclesfield at much the same point in the season. We'd had an ok start and a decent 2-0 win left us sat in the positively vertigo inducing 3rd place. Optimism was high! Then we went to Chester and had our pants royally pulled down in a defeat so rude, it really should have got all their lot on some sort of register. So, following this midweek clash with Macc? Chester away. Oh. Best hope we draw tonight then...

Cold Turkey

Oh come on, you know us. We might give it all the "Thank fuck that's over" and talk about putting our feet up as soon as the season ends, but when you finish mid-table like us this year, there's always loads of post-season malarkey going on to tempt you into just going to one more game. Just one more. A bit like Mr Creosote and that one tiny little 'wahfuh theen meent'. Can't hurt.

Then we'll definitely put our feet up. Honest.

Eh Up! Let's Sup!

Aaaand we are done. Finished. Complete. Concluded. Finito. This is now officially an ex-season. Deceased. Gawn to meet it's maker. It it not merely resting, but pushing up daisies. And what a funny old 9 months it's been to get here.

Nagasaki Sauce

It's been an interesting old start to the season so far. A disappointing opening day defeat, then a deserved point at one of the favourites, a stonking away win at an ex-FL mob and then outplaying another in front of 1600+ at GGL on a Tuesday night. That's right. Over 1600 in our gaff. On a Tuesday. Bloody daft if you ask me.