Barnet v Darlington
I couldn't really let my presence at this game go without comment, simply because it was so utterly awful.
I've been following Barnet through thick and thin (mostly thin) since 1992 and have also followed the lower division teams of where ever I happen to be living at the time. So I've seen an awful lot of crap football over the years. I know what crap football looks, sounds and yes, even smells like. And trust me, as crap games go, this was up there with the best. It was terrible, it really was.
Now I know the first half was played in horizontal drizzle so Brazil like following football may not have been what we should have expected, but there was still no excuse for what unfolded. From both sides. And the ref. Neither side could string 3 passes together and the only decent chance of the half saw a Darlo player miss from 2 yards, under no pressure having gone round the keeper. Players kept falling over, tackles missed the ball and the man, neither keeper made anything like a decent save. It was that bad.
The second half was a bit better, it could hardly have been worse, but was still pretty turgid. A 3-0 score line to Barnet was flattering and reflected only how utterly terrible Darlington are as opposed to anything like decent football from Barnet.
Darlington are doomed to relegation, that much clear. Barnet though are better than this, I've seen them this season a million times better and if they want to get anywhere near a play off spot this kind of shite has got to be consigned to history.
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Sunday, October 25, 2009
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Please. You have no idea how much I want this! Please!!!
So it's a Saturday, and that means football. And today my beloved Barnet will be playing Notts County. I can't make it and I am gutted, and for good reason. You see what has happened to County sums up everything that is wrong with football, someone with more money than sense has bought them as a plaything and pumped more money than you can shake a big pink spangly stick at into the club. And the fact is that they should run away with the 4th division this season. And it sucks.
All those clubs that try to do it the right way, to develop their own players, to build bridges with their local communities are going to be left behind, Barnet amongst them. So it would be nice to put one over on them this afternoon before they disappear over the horizon. We have a reasonable chance as well, Barnet have the best side that I have seen for many years and their is genuine competition for all positions, so it's not like we should be expecting a spanking in any case. However a win today would be so soooooooooooo sweet.
Come on lads, for me, do it for me and I promise to turn up to Johnstons Paint games as a thank you!
So it's a Saturday, and that means football. And today my beloved Barnet will be playing Notts County. I can't make it and I am gutted, and for good reason. You see what has happened to County sums up everything that is wrong with football, someone with more money than sense has bought them as a plaything and pumped more money than you can shake a big pink spangly stick at into the club. And the fact is that they should run away with the 4th division this season. And it sucks.
All those clubs that try to do it the right way, to develop their own players, to build bridges with their local communities are going to be left behind, Barnet amongst them. So it would be nice to put one over on them this afternoon before they disappear over the horizon. We have a reasonable chance as well, Barnet have the best side that I have seen for many years and their is genuine competition for all positions, so it's not like we should be expecting a spanking in any case. However a win today would be so soooooooooooo sweet.
Come on lads, for me, do it for me and I promise to turn up to Johnstons Paint games as a thank you!
Saturday, March 07, 2009
Match Report
Barnet 3 Chester City 1
On the occasions that I can be bothered listening to the pundits on televised football before I am driven to the very edge of insanity and desire to throw a slipper through the TV screen in rage at the no shit sherlock shite they utter pretending that it is some great insight you do regularly hear one thing. And that is that if you keep giving away set pieces in dangerous positions you'll eventually get punished. And if Chester hadn't given away a series of free kicks and a penalty they would have got a point out of this game, and given that they twice saw fizzing shots smash into the cross bar maybe even more.
As it was however Barnet simply showed more composure than Chester and played with a belief that suggested that there was only ever going to be one winner, even in a first half that produced just one clear chance each.
Chester, with just 4 points from their last 13 games and in complete and utter free fall were never going to offer an open free for all of a game and started with 5 at the back so it was always going to be a very different game to Barnet's last 3 against teams gunning for promotion who were going to attack. No, this time they were going to have to break down the opposition but nevertheless did so with only one change, new signing Jake Cole in goal in place of injured Lee Harrison. From the start Barnet attacked and dominated possession but against a massed defence and with Albert Adomah showing signs of complete exhaustion after being Barnet's only ever present chances were few and far between. Chester saw a long range effort hit the bar and Barnet saw John O'Flynn force a great save out of the Chester keeper after he was played by a neat chip from Bolasi. Half time came and went and it became increasingly evident that with Chester's defensive approach the first goal would make all the difference.
Chester had already given away a lot of free kicks on the edge of the area in the first half which Barnet had failed to capitalise on but when they gave one away again early in the second half Barnet had a change of tactic. Lockwood gave way to O'Flynn as set piece specialist who promptly curled a fantastic shot over the wall into the corner.
An instant substitution and the game opened up. Chester attacked leaving huge gaps at the back and there was every danger of entertainment breaking out. And it wasn't long before they were on level terms, neat play down the left found the gaps in the Barnet defence and Chester scored a chance almost identical to the one O'Flynn had missed for Barnet in the first half. That was not a queue for the game to tighten up again, Barnet pushed forward and it wasn't long before the excellent Paul Furlong was upended in a dangerous position. O'Flynn buried the spot kick and Barnet were flying.
Chester despite showing signs of making a game of it for the first 70 minutes were now a team so lacking in confidence that there was only going to be one winner and it was no surprise when Paul Furlong headed home an O'Flynn cross at the back post to make it 3-1.
Any Barnet fan must have some sympathy for Chester. To have a team with clear ability but with confidence clearly shot to bits is incredibly frustrating and they must now be fearing the worst about relegation. Which way it will go is any one's guess though. Luton will almost certainly take one of the relegation places with the other going to any one of up to 6 clubs (including Barnet), who that club will be though may boil down to luck, and how many stupid set pieces they give away.
Barnet 3 Chester City 1
On the occasions that I can be bothered listening to the pundits on televised football before I am driven to the very edge of insanity and desire to throw a slipper through the TV screen in rage at the no shit sherlock shite they utter pretending that it is some great insight you do regularly hear one thing. And that is that if you keep giving away set pieces in dangerous positions you'll eventually get punished. And if Chester hadn't given away a series of free kicks and a penalty they would have got a point out of this game, and given that they twice saw fizzing shots smash into the cross bar maybe even more.
As it was however Barnet simply showed more composure than Chester and played with a belief that suggested that there was only ever going to be one winner, even in a first half that produced just one clear chance each.
Chester, with just 4 points from their last 13 games and in complete and utter free fall were never going to offer an open free for all of a game and started with 5 at the back so it was always going to be a very different game to Barnet's last 3 against teams gunning for promotion who were going to attack. No, this time they were going to have to break down the opposition but nevertheless did so with only one change, new signing Jake Cole in goal in place of injured Lee Harrison. From the start Barnet attacked and dominated possession but against a massed defence and with Albert Adomah showing signs of complete exhaustion after being Barnet's only ever present chances were few and far between. Chester saw a long range effort hit the bar and Barnet saw John O'Flynn force a great save out of the Chester keeper after he was played by a neat chip from Bolasi. Half time came and went and it became increasingly evident that with Chester's defensive approach the first goal would make all the difference.
Chester had already given away a lot of free kicks on the edge of the area in the first half which Barnet had failed to capitalise on but when they gave one away again early in the second half Barnet had a change of tactic. Lockwood gave way to O'Flynn as set piece specialist who promptly curled a fantastic shot over the wall into the corner.
An instant substitution and the game opened up. Chester attacked leaving huge gaps at the back and there was every danger of entertainment breaking out. And it wasn't long before they were on level terms, neat play down the left found the gaps in the Barnet defence and Chester scored a chance almost identical to the one O'Flynn had missed for Barnet in the first half. That was not a queue for the game to tighten up again, Barnet pushed forward and it wasn't long before the excellent Paul Furlong was upended in a dangerous position. O'Flynn buried the spot kick and Barnet were flying.
Chester despite showing signs of making a game of it for the first 70 minutes were now a team so lacking in confidence that there was only going to be one winner and it was no surprise when Paul Furlong headed home an O'Flynn cross at the back post to make it 3-1.
Any Barnet fan must have some sympathy for Chester. To have a team with clear ability but with confidence clearly shot to bits is incredibly frustrating and they must now be fearing the worst about relegation. Which way it will go is any one's guess though. Luton will almost certainly take one of the relegation places with the other going to any one of up to 6 clubs (including Barnet), who that club will be though may boil down to luck, and how many stupid set pieces they give away.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Peer Pressure
I was one of those strange teenagers that was oddly resistant to peer pressure. Yet now, when I am dam well old enough to know better and don’t have the folly of youth to waive around as some kind of straw clutching excuse I have fallen victim to it. And it’s not even from my friends either. No. Yours truly has peer pressured himself into slogging my way all the way to Exeter on Saturday to see Barnet (probably lose) and tick off another ground on the way to joining the 92 club.
It has now dawned on me that this will involve getting up at 6.30 am, on a Saturday. It will involve getting home after midnight. It will involve spending around £75 all in. The weather is due to be freezing. I don’t actually want to bloody go any more. And I could actually get to Portman Road on Saturday and see better football for half the all in price, have a lie in and still tick off another ground. There is simply no excuse for me to be going to Devon.
And yet…… there’s this little bit of me that would feel embarrassed to not go now. That bit that has told people that he’s going and doesn’t really want to back down now that they’ve told me that I’m “sad”, “a football geek” and “need to grow up”.
As things stand it could go either way.
Welcome to my sad little world.
I was one of those strange teenagers that was oddly resistant to peer pressure. Yet now, when I am dam well old enough to know better and don’t have the folly of youth to waive around as some kind of straw clutching excuse I have fallen victim to it. And it’s not even from my friends either. No. Yours truly has peer pressured himself into slogging my way all the way to Exeter on Saturday to see Barnet (probably lose) and tick off another ground on the way to joining the 92 club.
It has now dawned on me that this will involve getting up at 6.30 am, on a Saturday. It will involve getting home after midnight. It will involve spending around £75 all in. The weather is due to be freezing. I don’t actually want to bloody go any more. And I could actually get to Portman Road on Saturday and see better football for half the all in price, have a lie in and still tick off another ground. There is simply no excuse for me to be going to Devon.
And yet…… there’s this little bit of me that would feel embarrassed to not go now. That bit that has told people that he’s going and doesn’t really want to back down now that they’ve told me that I’m “sad”, “a football geek” and “need to grow up”.
As things stand it could go either way.
Welcome to my sad little world.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Friday, November 07, 2008
Thick as 12 board feet of wood
This season it's started early. Far earlier than usual. Oh yes.
What am I talking about you may ask? I'm talking about the total inability of my fellow Barnet supporters to get there head around the concept of ticketing for football matches. And it drives up the wall, it drives me to distraction, it makes me want to hit their head, and mine, repeatedly against the nearest hard surface.
Usually it takes the coming of a big game such as last seasons FA cup 4th round game against Bristol Rovers. Back then people could not get their heads around the idea of a game selling tickets both in advance and then selling those remaining on the gate. How hard is that to get your head around? I mean really? But no, in the build up people were insisting that this must mean that some were being held back for the day and when they found there were only standing tickets on the day got the right hump. Why? What was so difficult about the fact that some areas of the ground might be more popular and so might sell out in advance?
This year we have a cup 1st round game. It's never going to sell out, no area of the ground will sell out. And yet people are getting in a right tiz. They can't get their head around the idea of the fact that tickets can be bought in advance and still on the gate! They keep asking when the ticket office will shut, when is the latest they can get one. For fucks sake! It's Barnet v fucking Rochdale! And then they struggle with the idea that the voucher in the back of season tickets that quite clearly says it gives you a £2 discount on cup tickets gives you a er..... £2 discount on cup tickets. What is so hard to understand? Where is the problem?
In short, why are there so many thick people in the world?
This season it's started early. Far earlier than usual. Oh yes.
What am I talking about you may ask? I'm talking about the total inability of my fellow Barnet supporters to get there head around the concept of ticketing for football matches. And it drives up the wall, it drives me to distraction, it makes me want to hit their head, and mine, repeatedly against the nearest hard surface.
Usually it takes the coming of a big game such as last seasons FA cup 4th round game against Bristol Rovers. Back then people could not get their heads around the idea of a game selling tickets both in advance and then selling those remaining on the gate. How hard is that to get your head around? I mean really? But no, in the build up people were insisting that this must mean that some were being held back for the day and when they found there were only standing tickets on the day got the right hump. Why? What was so difficult about the fact that some areas of the ground might be more popular and so might sell out in advance?
This year we have a cup 1st round game. It's never going to sell out, no area of the ground will sell out. And yet people are getting in a right tiz. They can't get their head around the idea of the fact that tickets can be bought in advance and still on the gate! They keep asking when the ticket office will shut, when is the latest they can get one. For fucks sake! It's Barnet v fucking Rochdale! And then they struggle with the idea that the voucher in the back of season tickets that quite clearly says it gives you a £2 discount on cup tickets gives you a er..... £2 discount on cup tickets. What is so hard to understand? Where is the problem?
In short, why are there so many thick people in the world?
I'm alive, awake, alert enthusiastic!
Or so goes one of my prefered camp fire songs. And it's quite appropriate because yours truly is feeling irritatingly chirpy and cheerful today. The sun is shining, the trees are wonderful colours, my boss is out the office for the day and its the FA cup tomorrow. Yes the Mail is still telling lies, yes I'm still having to harrass cub parents to hand over subs and camp permission slips but over all it feels rather good to be alive today!
So yes tomorrow is round 1 of the FA Cup. Probably the only football competition that no one has managed to trash so far. They've had a go alright, Arsenal still wont play a first team come third round day and there is the nasty after taste of sponsorship to it, but over all its still a grand old competition. Two teams drawn randomly out the hat slug it out, if they draw, and I absolutely love this, they play the game all over again! Isn't that so wonderfully English? Shame it doesn't go to second and third replays these days but you can't have everything.
So I shall be at Underhill tomorrow to see Barnet v Rochdale. It's not glamorous, it's not sexy but it's the game I love and I can't wait.
Or so goes one of my prefered camp fire songs. And it's quite appropriate because yours truly is feeling irritatingly chirpy and cheerful today. The sun is shining, the trees are wonderful colours, my boss is out the office for the day and its the FA cup tomorrow. Yes the Mail is still telling lies, yes I'm still having to harrass cub parents to hand over subs and camp permission slips but over all it feels rather good to be alive today!
So yes tomorrow is round 1 of the FA Cup. Probably the only football competition that no one has managed to trash so far. They've had a go alright, Arsenal still wont play a first team come third round day and there is the nasty after taste of sponsorship to it, but over all its still a grand old competition. Two teams drawn randomly out the hat slug it out, if they draw, and I absolutely love this, they play the game all over again! Isn't that so wonderfully English? Shame it doesn't go to second and third replays these days but you can't have everything.
So I shall be at Underhill tomorrow to see Barnet v Rochdale. It's not glamorous, it's not sexy but it's the game I love and I can't wait.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Total Football
So Tuesday night I went to see Arsenal v Sheffield United. I'm no follower of either team but I had a spare evening and there were cheap tickets going so along I went. And I'm glad I did because I was treated to one of the most wonderful displays of total football by Arsenal's absurdly talented youngsters that I have ever seen. Now I know Sheffiled United aren't exactly Chelsea but they are still pros with a few old campaighners in their ranks like Gary Speed and Glen Cotterill so you might have expected some resistance. Instead they were destroyed by beautifully crafted one touch football that was quite simply a joy to watch.
And it has made me think, why do I follow a ropey old team like Barnet when there is football out there like that to watch?
I suppose partly its historical, I've followed Barnet since I was a kid and changing allegience is just not what a fan does. It's more than that though. yes I saw an amazing performance on Tuesday but it wont last half as long in my memory as standing on the old West Bank end at Underhill and seeing Tony Lynch lash one in from 30 yards against Darlington in 1993. 15 years ago and I can still see it like it was yesterday. Or of Dougie Freedman lobbing the Northampton goal keeper from what must have been 45 yards, on the volley in 1995. Or Lee Roach's injury time goal mouth scramble winner against Leigh RMI in 2004.
And I have no idea why that is. And to be honest I don't want to know why either, to oever analyse would simply ruin the magic.
So while I may well return to Arsenal (I typically treat myself to 2 or 3 top class games per season) to see some amazing football my heart will stay with Barnet, no matter how woeful they may be.
It's a funny old game.
So Tuesday night I went to see Arsenal v Sheffield United. I'm no follower of either team but I had a spare evening and there were cheap tickets going so along I went. And I'm glad I did because I was treated to one of the most wonderful displays of total football by Arsenal's absurdly talented youngsters that I have ever seen. Now I know Sheffiled United aren't exactly Chelsea but they are still pros with a few old campaighners in their ranks like Gary Speed and Glen Cotterill so you might have expected some resistance. Instead they were destroyed by beautifully crafted one touch football that was quite simply a joy to watch.
And it has made me think, why do I follow a ropey old team like Barnet when there is football out there like that to watch?
I suppose partly its historical, I've followed Barnet since I was a kid and changing allegience is just not what a fan does. It's more than that though. yes I saw an amazing performance on Tuesday but it wont last half as long in my memory as standing on the old West Bank end at Underhill and seeing Tony Lynch lash one in from 30 yards against Darlington in 1993. 15 years ago and I can still see it like it was yesterday. Or of Dougie Freedman lobbing the Northampton goal keeper from what must have been 45 yards, on the volley in 1995. Or Lee Roach's injury time goal mouth scramble winner against Leigh RMI in 2004.
And I have no idea why that is. And to be honest I don't want to know why either, to oever analyse would simply ruin the magic.
So while I may well return to Arsenal (I typically treat myself to 2 or 3 top class games per season) to see some amazing football my heart will stay with Barnet, no matter how woeful they may be.
It's a funny old game.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
A Tragic Waste of a Young Life
I was going to blog tonight about how delighted I was at how my beloved Barnet had finally stopped the rot and picked up some points. However events have over taken that as I discovered when I went to the Barnet website for the match report.
A talented young man taken from us too soon.
Rest in peace Oli.
I was going to blog tonight about how delighted I was at how my beloved Barnet had finally stopped the rot and picked up some points. However events have over taken that as I discovered when I went to the Barnet website for the match report.
A talented young man taken from us too soon.
Rest in peace Oli.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Brighton and Hove Albion 4 Barnet 0
Carling Cup Round 1
When you support a small lower division club like Barnet there are certain things that you have to accept. One of those is that there will be nights like this where, mid week, away at a small crappy stadium your team, made of nominally competent professional footballers, will turn in a performance of such woeful ineptitude as to leave you questioning whether they have perfected the art of walking and breathing at the same time. Make no mistake, it was awful.
So where to begin? Well first of all I would like to give you a blow by blow account of this debacle telling you where it all went wrong, but given that this farce took place at the Withdean this is not really possible. For the unitiated Brighton currently occupy a temporary home with a series of temporary stands surrounding an athletics track with a pitch in the middle. So given the shear distance of yours truly from the action I can’t give much detail on any individual.
The signs were not good from the start, a fairly harmless situation as Brighton attacked down the right lead to a cock up, then a shocking tackle which I think the Barnet player was lucky not to be sent off for, a free kick to the far post, no defending, no marking, no fucking effort what so ever and bang, 1-0, 90 seconds gone.
Still, plenty of time to come back eh? And so Barnet made some forays forward, most of which ended with the ball being given away. It was all quite turgid with the monotony broken only by a series of songs about a giant cuddly black and amber fish that some of the more enterprising members of the Barnet support had won on Brighton pier. One of those forays in the mean time became quite promising and saw a cross flash across the box and which no less than 3 unmarked Barnet players failed to connect with. It was the nearest we would come all night.
At least Barnet were trying to entertain but more in the Laurel and Hardy style of things as yet a other wayward pass let Brighton in for their second. To be honest I’m not quite sure what happened, I recall groaning in despair as the right back gave it away and next thing I knew the ball was in the net. At this point I realised just how long a football season could be and at this rate this could be the longest on record.
The comedy continued, Brighton made it 3 with an almost carbon copy of the 1st and at this point came the most entertaining point of the evening. One well known Barnet fan stood up and shouted moaning at the team, someone else told him to shut up, words were exchanged, the two individuals squared up and the two individuals were politely asked to vacate the premises by the stewards. As Brighton made it 4 without so much as whimper from the Bees they were called on again as someone collapsed drunk and incapable at the back. The awfulness of the performance driving someone to drink. The rest of us had taken to throwing around the cuddly fish, being far more fun that the drivel we were being invited to watch on the pitch.
The second half brought no further goals but it did manage 2 red cards. First for Barnet’s Kenny Gillet, and thoroughly deserved it was. A bit of off the ball pushing and shoving that needed no more than a talking to saw Gillet decided to nut the Brighton player. The red card was shown, Gillet walked, what a prat.
By this time the Barnet fans had decided to entertain themselves by singing The Final Count Down, Wonderwall, Lady in Red, Baggy Trousers and other songs so random that I was left speechless.
The next red card saw a bit more off the ball, this time a Brighton player pretended he had been nutted and was sent off for the trouble, again, what a prat.
The game dragged its sorry arse to an end and me and Mrs Akela returned to our hotel, very bored and very cold. The trouble is that despite this I know that it wont be long before I’m back on the terraces.
Don’t you just love football?
Carling Cup Round 1
When you support a small lower division club like Barnet there are certain things that you have to accept. One of those is that there will be nights like this where, mid week, away at a small crappy stadium your team, made of nominally competent professional footballers, will turn in a performance of such woeful ineptitude as to leave you questioning whether they have perfected the art of walking and breathing at the same time. Make no mistake, it was awful.
So where to begin? Well first of all I would like to give you a blow by blow account of this debacle telling you where it all went wrong, but given that this farce took place at the Withdean this is not really possible. For the unitiated Brighton currently occupy a temporary home with a series of temporary stands surrounding an athletics track with a pitch in the middle. So given the shear distance of yours truly from the action I can’t give much detail on any individual.
The signs were not good from the start, a fairly harmless situation as Brighton attacked down the right lead to a cock up, then a shocking tackle which I think the Barnet player was lucky not to be sent off for, a free kick to the far post, no defending, no marking, no fucking effort what so ever and bang, 1-0, 90 seconds gone.
Still, plenty of time to come back eh? And so Barnet made some forays forward, most of which ended with the ball being given away. It was all quite turgid with the monotony broken only by a series of songs about a giant cuddly black and amber fish that some of the more enterprising members of the Barnet support had won on Brighton pier. One of those forays in the mean time became quite promising and saw a cross flash across the box and which no less than 3 unmarked Barnet players failed to connect with. It was the nearest we would come all night.
At least Barnet were trying to entertain but more in the Laurel and Hardy style of things as yet a other wayward pass let Brighton in for their second. To be honest I’m not quite sure what happened, I recall groaning in despair as the right back gave it away and next thing I knew the ball was in the net. At this point I realised just how long a football season could be and at this rate this could be the longest on record.
The comedy continued, Brighton made it 3 with an almost carbon copy of the 1st and at this point came the most entertaining point of the evening. One well known Barnet fan stood up and shouted moaning at the team, someone else told him to shut up, words were exchanged, the two individuals squared up and the two individuals were politely asked to vacate the premises by the stewards. As Brighton made it 4 without so much as whimper from the Bees they were called on again as someone collapsed drunk and incapable at the back. The awfulness of the performance driving someone to drink. The rest of us had taken to throwing around the cuddly fish, being far more fun that the drivel we were being invited to watch on the pitch.
The second half brought no further goals but it did manage 2 red cards. First for Barnet’s Kenny Gillet, and thoroughly deserved it was. A bit of off the ball pushing and shoving that needed no more than a talking to saw Gillet decided to nut the Brighton player. The red card was shown, Gillet walked, what a prat.
By this time the Barnet fans had decided to entertain themselves by singing The Final Count Down, Wonderwall, Lady in Red, Baggy Trousers and other songs so random that I was left speechless.
The next red card saw a bit more off the ball, this time a Brighton player pretended he had been nutted and was sent off for the trouble, again, what a prat.
The game dragged its sorry arse to an end and me and Mrs Akela returned to our hotel, very bored and very cold. The trouble is that despite this I know that it wont be long before I’m back on the terraces.
Don’t you just love football?
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Barnet 1 Chesterfield 3
You sit and wait from may till August without any football to get excited about, your club gets rid of the dead wood, they bring in some promising youngsters. It's all looking promising.
And then they go and fuck it up on the first day of the season in spectacular fashion. Such is the lot of the follower of any club be it Arsenal or Accrington Stanley. Thankfully I wasn't there to whitness this debarcle. I'll be there on Tuesday though when we are away to Brighton and am expecting something a little better!
Football is back ladies and gentlemen, and not before time.
COME ON YOU BEES!!!
You sit and wait from may till August without any football to get excited about, your club gets rid of the dead wood, they bring in some promising youngsters. It's all looking promising.
And then they go and fuck it up on the first day of the season in spectacular fashion. Such is the lot of the follower of any club be it Arsenal or Accrington Stanley. Thankfully I wasn't there to whitness this debarcle. I'll be there on Tuesday though when we are away to Brighton and am expecting something a little better!
Football is back ladies and gentlemen, and not before time.
COME ON YOU BEES!!!
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