The politically unsound AFC Wimbledon fanzine.
And as quickly as Rigg and AA damaged Franchise last night – a match report from Whatadom, who was at the Frenzydome.
He assures me he has the innoculations.
Don’t forget the earlier update on here – it will get lonely if you ignore it…
Recovered yet?
Is it me or is this Monday morning slightly different than usual?
Bloody hell. Two wins in a row? At home. With no goals conceded? Anyone would think we’re not playing teams down the bottom…
So, how do I start writing about Southend last night in the Paint Pot? And more to the point, how do I find the right balance between hard-nosed cynical realism and giddily planning my trip to Wembley?
“Tomorrow” being Sunday 24th August, that is. I’m at KM, but the day job calls. In the meantime, feel free to bitch discuss the game…
The sun is shining, the temperature seems to be about right, the birds are tweeting in the non-social media sense, and even the resident fox having a major strop at 3am had a reassuring feel to it.
We must have won last night.
