I have always had a vivid imagination.
Stood on the steps of Camp Nou, home of the greatest footballing club in the world, my mind wandered. I wonder how Chesham United will get on against Banbury United today? Continue reading “Prologue: 30th November 2012”
What a crazy weekend, the old cliche about England grinding to a halt as soon as we get a little bit of snowfall so true once again…but then why wouldn’t it? How much should we spend preparing for something that seems to happen once every two or three years? Anyway, enough of that, for me it just meant a busy sporting weekend became a quiet one…and then the repercussions.
Continue reading “Glad it isn’t me!”
“IT’S YOU…YOU TWO FECKERS…IT’S YOUR FAULT…After I showed you around Dublin this morning as well, you pair of Feckers…How dare you beat us like that!”
Ben and I were sat in the quiet departure lounge at Dublin airport on Saturday evening when the voice came bellowing across from the entrance to the lounge from the security area. The guy was carrying a Munster flag, wearing a red shirt and a huge smile as he laughed the words out.
Continue reading “A Munster Away Day”
Let’s start with a big thank you to everyone who sponsored Ben and I on our walk to Wembley from Allianz Park, between us we raised nearly £300 for University College Hospital Cancer Fund, collectively the efforts from Sarries fans raised over £15,000 I’m led to believe. Brilliant.
The walk itself was very enjoyable, the result of the match was perfect…but there’s something not quite right about the annual Wembley circus when Saracens play Harlequins.
Continue reading “Wem-Ber-Lee…Wem-Ber-Lee”
I never dreamt that one day I would ever be jealous of a football team that play in pink.
Back in my Chesham United supporting prime, my early 20’s – no responsibilities, no family to support and no kids to bring up – we had some fantastic days. At times my views and opinions, especially in some of the fanzines produced, did not go down particularly well, but as supporters I think we forged some pretty good relationships that epitomised non-league football.
Continue reading “More than one way to skin a cat”
I have lost count of the conversations I had with Andy Leese over the years discussing the fact that things are “coming to a head” and, one way or another, the end is nigh.
Continue reading “The Andy Leese decade ends”