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On Tuesday September 30th in 2014 we lost 6-1 away at Cirencester Town in front of a whopping crowd of 75. This was our first season at this level following a relegation from the Conference South with a whimper, and you’d be forgiven for thinking this was as bad as it could get. Wrong.…
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In seasons gone by we’ve gone into the last game with our fate in our own hands. Next Saturday is another time when we’ll know what is required of us before kick-off, but for the first time in fuck knows how long, we’re looking at promotion and not relegation. If we do get into…
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In years gone by, when we were expecting a large following on the road, the team would normally bottle it, and we’d end up getting tanked 4-0 and just drowning our sorrows. However, this is 2025 and Dorch are on the up! Anyway, here goes the ramblings from Frome away. The hype for this…
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The effect that football has on my mood is at best unhealthy. Leaving the ground at Gloucester after conceding an injury time equaliser is the worst I’ve felt at football in a long time. I’ve felt better after the death of relatives, although I did only go to my Nan’s funeral in the hope…
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“To lose patience is to lose the battle,” once said the great Gandhi. If his team were in the play-offs but hadn’t won in 406 days, I reckon even he would have knocked the protests on the head. Alas, a dogged 1-0 win at Chertsey two weekends ago and we were back in business.…
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There is a meme going around social media at present “I met my younger self for a coffee today” where people egregiously list all of their achievements under the guise that they are handing out mental health advice. It’s as stomach churning as it sounds. Nevertheless, it made me realise that had my younger…