The Long and Winding Road

The day began with the usual stomp towards the station on a overcast Saturday morning. There was time for me to get some dollar out and grab a can of the old doctor before hitting up the ticket man for a one day travel card (£5.90 with a railcard). To my surprise I was not just met by the Firm Leader, but by Taz as well. The clock read 0911hrs as the train rolled into the station.

No Comment Ref!

The final pre-season match is finally over, the wait for the actual season is nearly at its end. One more final game against Cambridge and then we can all get down to the real business. to be honest pre-season can be very much an experience like watching an Etch-A-Sketch in a sandstorm.

Now is the time for some random, yet tediously connected utter bollocks from a specialist.

Idi Amin & the Politburo

The old PSF’s have taken their toll on the central committee at Gandermonium as we drag our arses towards the start line for the coming season and as a result the call came through to Totter Towers and the challenge of doing up the Aldershot game was readily accepted.

It's Just Not Natural

The Firm is on an outing to Kent. Our destination is a little town by the name of Maidstone. I wouldn't say its like a famous five or secret seven sort of trip because basically its an excuse to get steaming in a foreign land. And you never know there is a slight chance that a game of football might break out as well.

If I had a Hammer

Bloody hell. It's not even the end of July yet and we're packing in the fixtures like nobody's business!

Last night we were over at AFC Wimbeldon (usually for such fixtures it's the bigger side that plays away we understand? We'll let you draw your own conclusions here) where we rather stupidly left Dukey largely unsupervised for the night as the rest of us, well, couldn't be arsed. Then tonight we're hosting the contents of Upton Park's creche for another workout.

I Always Thought Wimbledon was in Merton

What is all this two games in two day bollocks?

How am I supposed to prepare for another season of blogging and drinking when I don't have to time to collect my thoughts in the appropriate manner? Anyway never mind all that bollocks, I just want to take a couple of moments of your precious time and describe what happened at the match against AFC Wimbledon.

Back When Everything Was In Black & White

25 Years. That's a long time. A long long time. So long in fact that 25 years ago, I was only 15.

Oh dear. That makes me old.

Still, 15 year old me didn't do too badly. Despite picking a crap non-league team for his footballing allegiance, he got to see them dish up one of the greatest FA Cup shocks of all time and have the morning of the monday following that game as a minor celeb at school due to him being the only bona fide Sutton fan in the joint.

I Played Twenty Minutes!

What's that I hear? The old boys from the Coventry game are playing in a little match before we entertain Reading? Oh wait, you want to cover that match and leave the rest of the day to be covered by me?

Yeah cheers mate!

"Hug me, I need to vomit..."

Times they are changing.

Well all those dreams have come true. The last 8 weeks down the lane, have seen some massive, massive improvements, both on and off the pitch. First off the off the pitch works have made a massive improvement to the ground, and the club. I myself keeping a close eye on the works over the last 8 weeks, pretty much popping down a few nights every week to take some snaps for me scrap book, and to well, have a nosey!

From a Land Rwanda

Fuck me we are back again!

And like a bad dose of the clap we've returned leaner, meaner and damn right more thirsty for action & alcohol. The first trip of the 2014/15 was to be a little adventure to Hampshire to take on Our Lord Dos' local team Winchester City who play in the Wessex league.