If you look back at the last 2 Dorchester away days at Hitchin, they both had a very different feel to them. A 0-0 draw in one of the most boring and typical ‘end of season’ games 2 seasons ago, and a tight 3-2 loss that all but ended of play off hopes last season. What we would have given pre-game for a repeat of the world’s dullest 0-0 as for the second season running, our trip to Top Field could have serious implications about us getting out of this league. Sadly, we’re looking more at the trap door to…

Most of my Sundays off are usually spent hungover and watching football, and this one was no exception. The only difference was that rather than watching the Premier League, a division that as a Pompey fan I lost interest in back in 2010, my own super Sunday would comprise of watching Hayes and Yeading vs Dorchester in a ground just off the bloody motorway services of the M40. Much to my surprise, the game wasn’t moved for TV coverage, but the fact that Hayes have to ground share as their own new ground still isn’t ready. But one ‘football’ game…

Its summer time, and that means many things for most Brits. Moaning about how cold it is for most of the time and rhetorically asking “I thought it was meant to be summer”, before then complaining incessantly about how fucking hot it is when the sun does come out, and screen-shotting weather apps or pictures of any nearby ice creams onto any social media that they might get a ‘like’ on. Then complaining even more when they get sun burnt. But for the average football fan, and I am both very average and a football fan, this time of year…

Boxing Day football is probably the one day of the year that all football fans look forward to. Most people will have spent the previous day held captive in their own homes, with only a (Ash) turkey, cheese board, and monopoly to stop them arguing with relatives. I’m known not to be a fan of Christmas. Actually, I’ll revise that, I fucking hate Christmas. But equally, I also fucking hate Weymouth. As a Dorchester lad, It could be the local rivalry, it might be my ill-fated season playing for Weymouth CC, or possibly  the fact that it holds few recent…

Let’s cast ourselves back to 10 months or so, when we last visited the South West Cambridgeshire town that is St Neots. Dorchester Town FC weren’t going through the best of times and the feeling around the club was very much doom and gloom. The game, however, was one of those matches you witness very rarely. An 11 goal thriller with some shocking defending from both sides, ending in a 6-5 defeat, so with that sort of entertainment to compare to, the following season was always going to be a low scoring game of football, wasn’t it? This season though,…

  It’s a Tuesday night in late September, and it can only mean one thing, DERBY DAY! Yep, for reasons best known to the league, a ‘local derby’ has been shunted from one of the prime bank holiday slots, and into a random Tuesday night in September. A sure fire way to enhance the gate receipts and generate interest in the fixture. To be truthful, although geographically close, Poole is still a difficult game to get hyped up about. Many will consider it a pre-season friendly from years gone by, and although it’s a tired subject now, but Poole’s Tatnam…

Of all the trips in English league and non-league football, the phrase “Slough away on a Tuesday night” is one that sounds especially fucking dull. Slough, a team who were in the Conference in the late 90’s, and a place which is synonymous with being the setting for the series ‘The Office’ (which I can’t fucking stand), are now playing their home games at Holloways Park in some place called Beaconsfield, sharing with Beaconsfield SYCOB FC. Whatever a SYCOB is. Sounds like a villain in Dr Who.  After a very good start to the season, we travelled in reasonable numbers…

It’s been a week of firsts for those involved with Dorch. Our first derby win since time began, Jem’s first goal of the season, the first time the bulk of fans actually seemed happy and the first time I ever had a kettle thrown at me at work! (Not to mention the first time someone has been assaulted with a pie to the face during derby day goal celebrations!) So, with my newly fractured cheekbone and all, I decided to try and cheer myself up with a trip to St Ives to watch the Magpies and see if we could…