I know its only one game and we don’t want to get carried away this early in the season. However, who is best to speak to at the council to arrange a parade and do Damory do open top buses? We’ll also have to put some feelers out about replacing the Town Pump with a statue of Jordan Ngalo. I know one swallow doesn’t make a summer, but Saturday’s win and performance provides hope that this season might be different to the last few years in that we might not be fighting for our lives come April and maybe we…

Pre-season is a strange old time. It is a period where results don’t matter and it is all about fitness and shape – that is until you lose two games and it’s going to be a disaster of a year again and the club has gone backwards. A time when you’re happy to see some deadwood depart the club before deciding based on nothing other than a hunch that their replacements aren’t good enough and you’d be glad to see said deadwood back and that all is forgiven. There is either too much or not enough change to the squad…

Walton Casuals away in the last game of the season was a fixture I was dreading. Not due to any great fear of the area, but the thought of having to go there and get a result to secure survival, which seemed very likely a few weeks ago, was not a pleasant one. Memories of last day survival at Stratford in Craig Laird’s ill-fated spell in charge are still relatively fresh, as are flashbacks of the quite horrific hangover I suffered following that 1-1 draw after we’d sleepwalked into a relegation battle from a position of relative safety (sound familiar…?).…

It’s fair to say our recent form against Salisbury is fucking dire, to say the least. Under the newly reformed Salisbury FC 7 years ago, our record against them had been played 10 lost 9, plus a draw in the FA Trophy – we ultimately lost the replay 0-3. One of those losses includes a 10-0 defeat in the Southern League cup which would bring psychological damage to any team, regardless of how pointless the cup is. From a personal perspective however, my record of watching Dorch at the Ray Mac stadium is pretty good, witnessing 2 wins and a…

There are few more crushing feelings in football than watching your side lose to an injury time goal. Seeing your side do so in the purgatory that is Farnborough, having played and defended so well for 90 minutes is doubly depressing. This was another sucker punch in a season that has seen us on the receiving end of a fair few, but it did show a marked improvement on previous performances in such games and gives hope we’ll be able to get the points we need to secure survival in this god forsaken division. One that we’ll ideally one day…

Saturday September 14th 2019 seems an age ago. It was a pre-pandemic world before social distancing and lockdown, the Mango Mussolini was still US President, Callum Brooks was in charge of Dorchester, and Alan Luther was without Mutton Chops. It also marked the last time that we came from behind to win a league game as a second half Jack Hoey hat-trick would see us turn a 1-0 halftime deficit into a 3-1 win. Since then, the us falling behind and the all too frequent WhatsApp message of “one down” has been something of a death knell as we have…

In last week’s blog I mentioned how even a blind squirrel can find a nut occasionally. It turns out that last week’s win was that rare nut find and we sadly reverted to what has been the norm this week as we fumbled about in the dark to produce one of the worst performances and results of recent memory, which is a fucking achievement in itself, as we gifted a Merthyr side who had started the day bottom what was only their third win of the season. This is not to say that Merthyr didn’t deserve to win or were…

It has been a depressing few weeks following Dorch. Winless in 10 games, into the relegation places, performances abject, results worse. There were plans to have blogs on the Poole, Beaconsfield and Hayes games, but the adage of if you haven’t got anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all combined with utter ambivalence felt at full-time wisely prevented any words being written. And yet, after all that, we produce a performance and get a result like yesterday and all of a sudden, things don’t seem as bad. This was as good a performance as we have produced in…