I'm bored. And you probably are too. So let's have a little end of season action from the archives to help pass the time with a cup of tea eh? This report harks back to more innocent times. Back when we thought that finishing top 13 in the Ryman and qualifying for the new Conference South setup meant a goodbye to visiting the likes of Harrow on a fucking Tuesday. Again. Naively, we thought that was us done with the old, village mentality of the Isthmian League. Yet, just four years later, we were proven very very wrong.
Still, this bit was fun! It's the last day of the season, a win is required to finish runners up and we've only lost 3 league games since November. Bailey, Nurse, Fowler, Honey, Gray and a Tony Quinton hat-trick. Boom!
Showing posts with label Ryman League. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ryman League. Show all posts
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Wednesday, 26 December 2012
Same Shit, Different Xmas - One from the archives
This is getting a bit dull isn't it? Since Gandermonium lurched back onto the scene, we've had several postponements, the latest denying us a decent Boxing Day gate at home to Bromley as one corner of the GGL baize resembled green blamange, with some sand on it. So rather than veg out on the sofa, poor Taz has had to drag his gin hangover down into the basement to reproduce the first load of crap he can dig out have a good leaf through the archives and cherry pick another of the finest historical reports we have to reproduce here for your delight.
Saturday, 22 December 2012
U's Crack Rocks... - One from the Archives
Hello again dear readers! Yeah, it's me again. Sorry about that.
Sadly, the weather has once more prevented us from having a game of football at fucking Maidenhead, so you're stuck with some load of old rubbish that had yours truly descending to the dusty basement archives at Gandermonium HQ to find. I do hope you enjoy this one though, as I had to move the old Smugometer to get at it. And that's a heavy thing to shift on your own.
Sadly, the weather has once more prevented us from having a game of football at fucking Maidenhead, so you're stuck with some load of old rubbish that had yours truly descending to the dusty basement archives at Gandermonium HQ to find. I do hope you enjoy this one though, as I had to move the old Smugometer to get at it. And that's a heavy thing to shift on your own.
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