When I moved to London, had someone told me that in a years’ time I’d be looking forward to a trip to St Neots, , I’d have had to ask what a St Neots is, before politely telling them to fuck off. But what d’ya know, one year on, a trip to St Neots to watch The Magpies was on the agenda, and something that I was looking forward to. What has my life become!? And I was not alone in looking forward the trip, with Fred texting me at 1015 saying he was ready to go. Well I wasn’t, and…

It’s been an odd couple of weeks in the life of SJ Voss, with some excellent high points in a brilliant stag do in Krakow and a new job soon to begin, but also accompanied by some irritating lows in a concussion, hospital appointments, and the very nasty re-emergence of my anxiety/depression gremlins. So in a bid to start the weekend on in good fashion, I elected to take a trip to go to Banbury to see the Magpies on ‘non-league day’. What could possibly go wrong? Well, a fucking lot can go wrong, that much I can tell you.…

Well, we all knew what a kick in the balls getting relegated to the Zameretto Calor Stik Beezer Homes Southern League would be like. A far cry from visiting luxurious hubs of English football such as Staines, Boreham Wood and Basingstoke, we now get to visit some isolated pieces of land that nobody has either ever heard of, or desperately try to avoid, like Biggleswade, St Neots and Poole. Having definitely been reading this blog over the course of last season, the big cheeses at the Southern League clearly wanted to reward us with 2 quick fire away days to…

It’s always the same isn’t it?  You wait all summer for the trip to Arlesey on the opening day and then have to make two journeys there in one weekend. Still, if you’re stupid enough to leave a hardly inconspicuous, 10ft St George’s flag on the platform, you’ve only got yourself to blame really. Sadly, I would love to say that was the only fuck up of the day, but that would be far from the truth, as will become clear… The first fuck up came before the Dorch lot had even left town. In a rare move of forward…

So with the season-from-hell well and truly behind us and the boredom of bugger all to do on Saturday’s setting in, we thought we’d look back at the season that was with a quick review. As you’ll see, one of us has far more time on their hands than the others. CM. Fred: Honest lad in the trenches player of the season Smeets was an honest lad. He “did a job” when available. But in all fairness, I couldn’t possibly give a player of the season. A for Effort for all 58 of them.  Dud of the season Where do…

  We’re midway through the season, at which point, anything is still possible in this eventful campaign. “Look at our run in!” these final games had the potential to be part of a great escape. Whitehawk away on Easter weekend certainly had ‘Brighton Weekender’ written all over it. Hotel booked and arrangements sorted months in advance for this ‘six pointer’. The time is nearing and, oh, we’re already relegated.  But, OH! Four-day weekend. Weekend in Brighton it still is. So whilst a bumper away day(s) that almost had nothing to do with football was on the cards, we certainly made…

Hayes and Yeading v Dorchester is hardly a game to ignite much interest in many people. Even people in Hayes, Yeading, or Dorchester don’t really care about it. Combine that with the fact Tuesday’s defeat to Maidenhead has made relegation all but certain, what could have been the proverbial ‘six pointer’ was now largely meaningless. But despite the dead rubber nature of the game, it wasn’t going to stop us making the short trip to their temporary Woking home for an afternoon of non-league. And drinking. It’s what we do. A sociable midday meet in the Wellington saw a few…

It was the Mother’s birthday this weekend, so I went all out and treated her, by buggering off down the Avenue, spending a fortune in the local drinking establishments and waking up on the floor of Steve’s bedroom. Happy birthday Mum! We don’t tend to bother about writing about home games here at The Same Old Few. From my part it’s because every single blog would be identical (see above) but mainly because none of us regular contributors make it to home games any more. Three hours spent on South West Trains with 90 minutes of Conference South football at…