With three home games to squeeze into this week and a possible Youth cup final to attend to, things here at the Führerbunker are liable to go a little ka-ka. Juan is still MIA/grounded, so hopefully Taz might be helpful if it takes his mood. And shut the front door, I actually got my old Nokia […]
Month: March 2014
A Pressure Sensitive Adhesive
It was the second week of March last time around I believe. This year it seems that it is the third week. And just when you begin to start to think that maybe there will be a late surge for the title, Boom, it’s gone like a whisper in the wind. So here we have the Duke’s […]
The Beer Hunter
Well that was a kick in the teeth and then some. Its a bit like every once in a while you find a golden egg. And when you bend down to pick up this golden egg someone comes behind you and kick you right up the arse! It also might’ve been the earliest I’ve ever returned home […]
The Coach That Came in from the Cold
A later start on Saturday morning for the fans travelling via the Coaches put on by the Board for the trip down to Dorchester. Myself being somewhat of an eager beaver when it comes to Saturday mornings, my internal alarm clock decided to wake me up at the crack of dawn. Which wasn’t such a […]
The Long Good Tuesday.
It’s been a fair while since I’ve written up one of these match report, type things. So yep you’re stuck with me for this one! A little inspiration required… “It’s not enough that we do our best; sometimes we have to do what’s required.” -Sir Winston Churchill. A quick call in to Duke this fine evening, […]
Don’t Drag My Testicles Into This
I think it was the sniggering of the manager of Weatherspoons as the conversation descended into the realms of debauchery that finally had us reach our eventful end of another very long day in the pursuit of eternal happiness. I can’t really recall how we ended up discussing having ones nuts on a silver platter and […]
Bursting the Farneybubble
Farnborough. Say it quietly and keep it yourself but I’m going to tell you something. I fucking hate Farnborough. That I suspect is why I am writing this report with a clear head, early on a Sunday morning when your usual correspondents would still be jammed under the duvet while the room spins around their […]
Can WE play YOU every week?
I can’t believe it, Didn’t see that one coming! For a considerable amount of time (about ten minutes) I had fretted over how I was going to start this edition of the blog. Was I going to mention some of the crazy birthday presents I received? Or was I going to name and shames those […]
Game dull. Dundo smash!
Hello readers! Me again. As it was Dukey’s birthday, I offered to cover reporting duties for this week so he could enjoy the festivities without having to worry about providing entertaining content for you. That and I didn’t want him leaving out anything juicy from the drunken stupidity that would no doubt ensue. As you […]