So, with Hendon getting knocked out the bitter rivalries will be bypassed in favour for a trip to AFC Hornchurch, who actually play in Upminster, which, thankfully, is within the M25.
I hope we win through this, but Hornchurch are a league above Dulwich and knocking out the Ryman Premier league leaders Hendon show’s they’re a [...]
Not enough people are getting excited enough about this Cup run for my liking. I want pictures of happy non-league fans with two thumbs aloft, wearing stupid hats and grinning inanely, dreaming of a replay at Aldershot. I want local news reports of crazed fans besieging Dulwich Hamlet ticket office. I want shots of people [...]
So we won through, hurrah, and here’s the highlights (my poor reaction time meant I didn’t managed to get Dulwich’s fine goal, despite time slowing down as Shaun Beveney ran through on the keeper and nicely curled it in the bottom corner):
A classic Dulwich move culminating in a fine overhead kick:
A beautiful flowing move by [...]
I would apologise for the lateness of this blog entry, but frankly you can all go whistle. I’m knackered. After arriving back at my house at 2.30am after the mother of all journeys home from sunnybutfuckingfreezing Deal on Tuesday night/Wednesday morning, I then had to get out of bed at 6am and fly to Glasgow [...]
You can see France from the train. Look there it is. Fact.
You can get to Chalfont St Peter on the tube (plus a shortish walk). Richmansworth or Chorleywood you take your pick. Map. Fact.
Chuck Martini is going down for a crime that he probably did commit. ABH or GBH to be confirmed. Fact.
People do remember [...]
I’ve not been to a huge amount of football matches this year, but the match at the weekend reminded me of an interesting thing often seen in the lower leagues, that being where the amount that a player shouts and screams at team-mates is inversely proportional to their footballing ability. I’m going to try keeping [...]
The magic of the FA Cup. That strange, indescribable quality that lifts the FA Cup above its station as merely a knock-out cup competition to something, well, magical. That history. That tradition. Ronnie Radford. Exeter drawing with Manchester United. Keith Houchen. Lawrie Sanchez. Bloody Sunderland in 1973. Everyone has a favourite memory. That’s what the [...]
