• “I blame Pep Guardiola.”

    If the opening day of the season was a night out, it would be New Year’s Eve. We’ve all had one great NYE that set the bar unobtainably high for future years, and it is now just a once a year special that never lives up to expectations, but one you feel dutybound to see […]

  • “Who is our sub who looks like Ramzan Kadyrov, the leader of Chechnya?”

    There are few better footballing feelings than seeing your side win away from home, particularly on cold midweek nights such as Tuesday. Conversely, there are few worse footballing feelings than seeing your side lose away from home, particularly on cold midweek nights such as Tuesday. My visit to North Leigh comfortably falls into the latter […]

  • “At least when we lose to Weymouth on Boxing Day it’s a good day out”

    Last time I visited Tatnam Farm, Poole were a Wessex League team and the General and I, as we did every year in those annual pre-season games, jumped over the fence at the back of the ground rather than stumping up a couple of quid. Poole have progressed a long way since those days, but having […]

  • “If that’s Trevor Senior, does that mean there is a Trevor Junior?”

    Usually, when Christmas comes early, it means something good has happened ahead of time. Well, due to a combination of working shifts and logistics, my Christmas once again literally came early as Sunday December 4th was my designated Christmas Day in Dorchester with my Mum and The Girlfriend. This did mean one anomaly on this […]

  • “This is the best I’ve seen a Dorchester side look with Ollie Griggs on the pitch.”

    It has been a while since our relegation from the Conference South, and since then we’ve had to go through the non-league fans’ version of the ‘five stages of grief’. First, there was denial. “It won’t be that bad a standard”; “we’ll piss this tinpot league”; “clubs won’t fancy playing us”. Then, there was anger. […]

  • “I’ve always been fond of Arsenal since I collected so many of David Platt’s legs in 1996.”

    Watching your team play at Wembley is the pinnacle for many football fans. The sight of the stadium as you step off the tube, the walk down Wembley Way, the walk up the steps to join thousands of your fellow fans, and dreams of seeing your team win a trophy there. Well, we’re fucking nowhere […]

  • “It’s actually fun coming down here, I don’t know what the fuck to make of it.”

    The usual outcome of my Saturdays spent watching football are enjoyable on the whole, with the football between the hours of three and five PM somewhat ruining the day. It is with much delight and surprise that my last two visits to the Avenue have not only been enjoyable days, but also have yielded two […]

  • “Some mush who got banned from Newport 30 years ago won’t stop talking to me.”

    Better late than never (well possibly, I’ll leave you to be the judge of that), due to a combination of work and various unforeseen reasons, I am finally getting round to writing this blog nearly a week on from my visit to Merthyr. In what could become an annual tradition after last year’s trip around […]