Big weekend, innit. Our hopes of making the playoffs died, and then – on the third game – came back again like some sort of miracle. What’s that all about? If only there was some metaphor we could make of it. Y’know, such as a religious festival we could compare …
Five games left, then. And, sure, didn’t the lads learn a lesson from being carted off to Grimsby after the Notts County debacle? Three points for us, two goals for Kurtis and one happy set of fans at 5pm last Saturday. Now, for the tricky part: a repeat performance that …
Well, it’s been an exhaustive investigation. And it’s been a drain on the public purse. But we have no evidence that last week’s result against Notts County was an elaborate and early April Fool’s jape. Sorry about that. It’s as you thought. Just a piss-poor day at the office that …
From last week to this, it’s one relegation straggler to another for Boro’. And it’s a bit of a downgrade too; our guests propping up the League Two table and that. In some ways, we did ’em a favour last week by holding the Silkmen of Macclesfield to a score …
Your future hasn’t been written yet. No one’s has. Unless you sign up to the notion of pre-determinism, which – for the end of the week – is a bit too deep to go into. And it’s not really our area. Then, what is our area. Nowt in football is nailed on. …
Just five minutes are left on the clock. We’re that close to signing off a much-needed first win since the start of February. And on comes the living legend himself, Ronnie Henry, to bring up 500 outings in Boro’s red and white and blue and black and yellow and whatever …
Just for a moment there, our hopes flickered a little brighter in the mundane darkness that is League Two. We might just be having a breakdown, sure – we’ve been listening to a lot of Ed Sheeran recently. But we’re kinda thinking the pressure (if there was any) is off …
Left it late at Oldham, didn’t we? Close to blagging all three points, weren’t we? Now got the league’s in-form team indoors next, don’t we. Not for debate, that last one. The Shakers are shakin’ things up at the top of the tree like Shakin’ Stevens. By forgetting how to …
No glib remark. No pithy comeback. Just a lot of head-scratching. The Cobblers, who don’t tend to need asking twice to put one over us, brought us crashing down to earth like a rickety old Soviet satellite last weekend. We say this as if we were in some sort of …
The longest-running saga in English football is now at an end. UK Power put a couple of quid in the meter and the new electricity substation is now alive and kicking. Probs. Don’t take our word for it, ‘cos we did this intro before the long-awaited switch-over. We’d call the …
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