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“No offence to JD but if Sam Scaff have voted him MOTM, they clearly haven’t left the bar”
Once upon a time this blog recited debaucherous tales of quite unsociable antics in National League towns and Southern League villages, bisected by 90 minutes of utterly dreadful football. In fact we became quite good at it and more than a handful of you enjoyed reading our frivolous activities such as Spuddy throwing up over […]
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“Current debate. Is wicked the musical good? Discuss.”
It’s only right that we start this blog with a moment of reflection for the loss of one of the town’s oldest establishments. This was going to be a memorial for Ant leaving the WhatsApp group after a week-long debate over Hastey’s red card against Hungerford, but, to absolutely no one’s surprise, he came crawling […]
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“Does he just want to be suspended over Christmas? A Gary Bowles special?”
My first time writing anything other than an email or text since the days of the old fans’ online forum on a Monday morning – Kempy out! Sorry, old habits. Anyway, onto the day. As usual, any Saturday starts with a gym session at Reluco, and a shout out to former Dorchester keeper and owner […]
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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.”
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 mum […]
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“Good lad is Rob. He even offered me his kidney.”
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 a […]
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“Straight outta Frampton.”
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 one […]
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“Children under 12 get in for free? Aiden, you’re 11 today.”
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 are […]
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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.”
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, ref […]
