To be said in a south London accent… So, the Comeback Kings, er, come back again. Frank Sinatra had less of those than what we…
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To be said in a south London accent… So, the Comeback Kings, er, come back again. Frank Sinatra had less of those than what we…
And we’re back… It’s been an odd fortnight with absolutely no proper football to speak of whatsoever. Hell, we don’t even have playing Palace in…
No, I’m not going to make a Jammie Dodgers quip here. And no, I know they’re not from Burton… Dried off yet? At least the…
As promised/threatened, a pre-Burton update on Friday. It says something about our slump in form that it was partly the reason I couldn’t be bothered…
To be honest, I woke up late this morning and just couldn’t be arsed.
This is a headline that works (slightly) better if you say it rather than read it. Though even that will fail miserably. A bit like…
AKA somebody’s evening on Wednesday went different to what they expected. As we lick our wounds from our trip to deepest North London, and reality…
Not the result we wanted going into Wednesday… I have to admit, the only thing that surprises me about this result is how unsurprised I…
Bringing plenty of sunshine this morning… Recovered yet? Even if you haven’t, I wouldn’t blame you for still being comatose right now. Though you might…
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why we love football. I’m not quite sure if the Guardian’s “shock defeat” description of Four Stands 3 Three…