Wednesday, 16 January 2019
So was that worth it in the end do you reckon? Still, at least at this moment I suppose we could say that this year we're the worst team to take part in the FA
Amateur Cup Trophy. Because only Sutton can lose two games in the competition in a row. But as you know, away days are not just about the football, luckily for some. So there might just be a reason to carry on reading. Just skip the football part if you want...most of you usually do anyway.
Wednesday, 9 January 2019
Well that was probably to be expected really wasn't it? I held onto my optimism as long as I could. But the moment it evaporated was probably just as Mr X read out the team line-up as we walked from the car to the ground. Here was where I'd realise that my dreams were to once again be shattered. But someone needs to tell the story regardless, so here we go...
Tuesday, 8 January 2019
Let me get the sentimental matters out of the way early doors by wishing our loyal readers a very Happy New Year and may 2019 be a good one for you all; well apart from any of our rival teams that is! And also an additional point is to wish my old chum Natalie a Happy Birthday. Many happy returns!
Thursday, 3 January 2019
Bugger the Happy New Year and all that bloody bollocks. I'm a Sutton United supporter don't you know! And I might be getting old (very slowly), but nothing seems new to me from the 24 hours before. Then again, only twenty four hours ago I was drinking in an Irish bar in Morden. And I didn't even get into any sort of trouble! But some things definitely don't change and in this case that is our beloved football team.
Monday, 31 December 2018
So here it is, Merry Christmas and everybody's having fun! Well, unless you've had a gut full of enough grub to feed a small African village for a month topped off with the sort of quantity of gin required to euthanize an Elephant. Then you might have passed from the 'having fun' phase and be more into the 'wishing for a swift and painless death' stage of the holiday celebrations. I know I have.
Thursday, 27 December 2018
Picture the scene. The poor house is cold. It stinks of damp, Dettol and overcooked sprouts. At a rickety old table huddle a group of pale looking urchins. They are proper fucked to be honest, having spunked every last penny and more on awayday trips to the likes of Scotland, Dublin and an endless stream of Northern shit holes that no one would visit in their right mind unless they were making some sort of post-Brexit documentary on Broken Britain.
Tuesday, 25 December 2018
WE'RE BACK! Well maybe a little. But if you were ever to bump into Magnum P.I. on your travels, you'd understand. WE'RE BACK! to Halifax. WE'RE BACK! to a supposedly cheap day on the drink. WE'RE BACK! To where some of us spent an overnight during the Beast of the East (Not to be confused with a Dr Bell ex). WE'RE BACK! WE'RE BACK! WE'RE BACK!
Monday, 17 December 2018
Xmas is coming! How do we know? No, it's the never ending fucking perfume ads on telly, nor the fact that Mariah Carey's "All I want for Christmas" is on constant repeat in every. single. fucking. shop. you dare to even go near, let alone enter. Nor has it got sod all to do with a certain load of brightly lit artic's owned by a certain soft drink firm trundling round your one way system. Oh no, it's the increase of frequency of going out getting boozed with your work colleagues and rarely having to get your hand in your skyrocket as some nice bod with a company card is getting them in.
Monday, 10 December 2018
Greetings readers, hopefully some have stayed with us let alone been able to find us after a self-righteous Orient fan got our editor in chief and by extension, all of us, blocked on Facebook – but fear not as we'll never stop in our efforts to create these blogs for you the discerning football fan.
Thursday, 6 December 2018
We're back! Well that was what Magnum P.I. shouted out as we were just about to use the lil' boys room after the game at Mill Farm. The question is, was that an opinionated remark about the football that he'd just witnessed? Or was he simply just talking to himself, and his lil' fella as he pointed Percy at the Porcelain? Hmmm, that's a tough choice. And not one I'd want to call.