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“Imagine Steve here with a calculator trying to work out if we’d stayed up. That would be better than the game itself.”
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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…
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“His dad sent the stewards around apparently.”
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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…
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“I genuinely don’t like football.”
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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…
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“My claim to fame was that me, Stuart Morgan and David Fayle went on the Ester Ranzen show to talk about the curse.”
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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…
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“I had a fucking horrible date on ‘Plenty Of Fish’ once.”
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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…
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“Short corner, where’s that got us?”
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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…