The politically unsound AFC Wimbledon fanzine.
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.
Blimey, that was a bit of a turn up for the books after last week’s gloom.
I suppose these past few days could have turned out a lot nicer.
Three months, however many days and not a few transfers in and out later – the new season is here.
Hooray.
And that concludes the pre-season bonanza…
Played two, lost two. But after Mumford and Sons 2 Madness 3, I get the sense we’re on the right track…
I must offer my congratulations to AFCW, in deflating our collective pre-season hopes in impressively record time…
Yes, it’s the annual shindig of meeting the guy who will get abused something chronic when we lose 3-0 to Oxford.
More from the strange purgatory that is the start of pre-season training to the first friendly…
