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“Me singing Dorch songs around the living room hasn’t gone down well with the wife. Apparently, the youngest has only just gone to bed. I really don’t think she understands the level of Dorch I’m at.”
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The only other time I’ve written the blog was 10 years and 1 million miles away from where we are now as a club. A 3-0 loss away at Redditch on a Monday night in front of a bumper crowd of 204 might have been the bleakest moment of my life, just pipping my…
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“Good lad is Rob. He even offered me his kidney.”
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The mark of a good side is picking up points when you’re not at your best, and that’s exactly what we did on Wednesday with a 2-2 draw at Gosport. After a nightmare start and being 2-0 down inside 15 minutes, a point was the least we deserved, and we’re now fourth going into…
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“Straight outta Frampton.”
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Debut blog for me so go easy fellas, writing ain’t my cup of tea. Bracknell away on the club coach and 10 o’clock leave was fucking early, so that meant a quick trip to Tesco for a couple of meal deals and a few tins of something fizzy. Onto the coach and the Excelsior…
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“Children under 12 get in for free? Aiden, you’re 11 today.”
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Well, this is an honour. Until a Tuesday night in Hungerford last season, it had been many years since I showed my face at a Dorch game. The buzz was back after many years in exile in the leafy green belt of Berkshire. Killick was in, a new generation of reprobates behind the goal…
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“Fuck me, the bus has left early and two people just had to leg it to get on. Dabbs only had one job.”
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When it was put on the group chat who wanted to write this blog, Mr Henry Weston was probably still talking for me when I agreed to do it. You can thank your lucky stripes we didn’t elect Mr Buik to write it, as he summarised it perfectly on the group chat. “Got pissed,…