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The pressure is off, we’re nice and safe. And we even managed to do it with a win.
So, let us saviour Francis Drake 1 Emma Hamilton 2 a bit, shall we? As a spectacle, it bordered on dreadful at times – I think even I could have kept the ball better than some of our midfielders.
Another game, another point. Some will argue we’re safe already, although the mathematics still can’t make us fully relax. Anyway, Jampot has come up with…
Hard to think that we’re already at Easter. That time of year where seasons are made or broken, where you have to get used to…
A sunny day, that odd warm glowing feeling? I believe the medical term is called “AFC Wimbledon winning away”. A rare affliction, I grant you.…
Did you know that tomorrow at Southend is our third last away game of the season? There’s a joke or sarcastic comment to be made…
I suppose if one was writing Fart 0 Gas 0 as a neutral, proper match report, the word “gritty” would get used in it. Certainly…
I accept the title is a bad one, but I just had to use that at some point within the last couple of days. Anyway,…
I feel I ought to write something on losing our never-been-beaten record to Mansfield, but I genuinely can’t be arsed. So here’s a quick set…
You know that strange feeling you’ve had this last few days? No, not that one, the other one. That’s called having a little bit of…
And just like a London bus or two, you wait a little while for a match report on one of the most remarkable results of…
