• It’s annoying… but Keiron from Rochdale was right; a 2-1 loss to the boys from the Fylde and our hopes of survival were put out of sight. They say it’s the size of the fight in the dog, Not the size of the dog in the fight… but I think we all knew – us […]
  • Oh! That groan and satisfying clunk of the turnstile; milling crowds of folk wrapped up in scarves and beanie hats, catching up on this and that as if it’s been a while, although, of course, it’s only been a fortnight since; if that… Breath like fog that drifts in puffs from out a thousand mouths, […]
  • A bitter Marsh Lane for Kidderminster, Cup o’ Bovril and a piping hot Ginsters, Or something just like one, from out o’ the hatch, And then, there’s the whistle, and eyes one the match; Both teams promoted, with something to prove, the hoops were the first to make their move, with a classic scramble in […]
  • 1/ Home to Woking, here awoken were the City boys; and, thus awakened, broken was grim storyline that, with glowering shadow thereto threatened; token of our doubtful minds. 2/ Yet, so doubting, could hopeful hearts in expectation truly differ for next outing, memory still fresh with how next foe made suffer, just one season past? […]
  • Tuesday night football, but it feels like you’re cheating when the air in front of your face doesn’t fog up, just breathing. But there we were, a balmy 18 degrees, sky blushing pink over the JR, six hundred Spireites busting the roof off the shed, and almost fourteen-hundred in total at the RAW, someone said. […]