Good job we stayed conscious and alert for our glorious 5-0 victory. Simon Read got a hattrick, Phil Wingfield bagged one and a few assists, and Rocky Baptiste got the other, bundling home the opener after Sol Campbell and Stuart Taylor got in a tangle. Just going to leap into that corner and have a kip cos I'm feeling a little sleepy.
So, the heads a bit woozy but it's all coming back to me now. I see, a cunt in white with a number 2 on his back. There's a wanker all in black. Then, oh my god, it's a fucking giant appearing from the shadows of the John O'Hara Stand.
The rain, is...is....just a bit of light drizzle really. Did I hit my head on the MRE roof as I rose to celebrate taking the lead after 2 minutes when AJ, or maybe Connor, perhaps new boy Reece Miller twisted and turned and laid it across the six yard box and Nathan "We've Got" Wood managed to heel it back across goal and....and....Jesus H Scott Corbett, wide.
No, no it wasn't that.
Maybe I was touched on the shoulder by one of my fellow supporters and I dropped to the floor, bashing my head against the terrace steps. No, no, sorry, that's that No.2 cunt in white again. Strange feeling of deja vu. So many images of diving,
cheating cunts in white wearing the No.2 shirt. I feel he will get his comeuppance soon.
I'm sat in the bar (with my head on the bar), bashing it against the table, waiting for someone to come and take my order for a FUCKING PINT OF GUINNESS. Ah fuck this, a cup of tea and a Mars Bar will have to do, this is a farce.
At halftime I watched the pre-match interview with our dark lord, listening to his Garbo'd bollocks teabagged in my cup. 26 in the squad at training on Tuesday. Trialist match next week after Wimborne. Two new faces. And it's bye bye JR, goodbye Jonny, be good (and come back soon).
No changes second half. Blazin Squad got the rule of 6 timesed by four and created a bubble of 24 bellends to go. They did sing long into the night through the car park mind. We'll see them at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads.
Yate are and have been pretty second rate, but unfortunately we're a bit of a state. Too. AJ's miniature horse singular device has been found out a touch and besides the odd moment of brilliance his influence has wained.
Quality is lacking and it is our master that must find that spark. He needs to give some a chance but also cut his losses with others. He's binned Fitz way too early for our liking, doesn't seem to want to play Kamon or Blake and the latter was missing tonight. Sole wasn't about but seems out of favour with one diminutive midfielder enough with Dunne and he likes CJ as DM as Bryan was cut to the bench today.
We have the upper hand as we get into the final quarter and defensively we're pretty solid but it's mistakes that keep occuring that concerns. Mis-placed passes could be damaging against better opposition, like Tonbridge Angels, but maybe we'll go all out for penalities again.
Their keeper, who naturally gets the treatment from the Blazin' Squad, pulls out a worldy when we threaten to snatch a late winner.
This is post handbags after the No.2Cunt gets what's coming to him. Liable to hit the deck at the breath of an angel upon his neck, he goes full blooded into a tackle on AJ but he leaps over the skidding challenge and the ref plays advantage and fails to return to the scene of the crime, seemingly deciding because there was no contact and we didn't bitch, shriek and moan flailing to the ground like a......a
.......massive twat, then he wasn't interested.
Que the man least likely to. Dunney has seen enough and flies into the tackle as the cunt is passing down the line. It's rash, it's hard, it's close to the ball, the cunts right boot strikes Dunney's shoulder and he pirouettes in the air, bouncing and gesticulating like a ballèt dancer going full Neymar. Their bench go apoplectic. Their No.7, 5 and keeper rush at the ref to demand a red, seemingly uninterested in the well-being of No.2Cunt, probably cos they know nothing is wrong with him, they just want parity in number after their No.6 went for an early bath for a second booking scything of Tiny Dancer. Funny, we didn't lose our shit about that. They don't get their wish. Dunney is booked (I'd call it a badge of honour) and so is their keeper, probably for man handling the ref.
No.2Cunt hobbles for a bit, pretending he has the injury we all wish he had. Thirty seconds on the touchline with hand in air waiting to come on and he's running around again.
Spencer calls it man v boys. I call it cowards v the too polite. Jose Mourinho says that you have to be a cunt to be a winner. Well we are just plain and simply too nice. Unfortunately, we aren't going to beat them with honesty and integrity. No, that ship has long since sailed. Even down here, it's not as much of a contact sport it once was with all eyes on the pathetic parade of Premier primadonnas. And VAR.
Down here, refs are part time, weak, and easily conned. We need to be more cunty. More, not going full No.2Cunt.
We have to settle for a share of the spoils. Baby steps. A point is on the board. Work still to be done.
New fullback in Ezre who doesn't seem to offer more than Paget who isn't getting a fair run in the team. He has his favourites, although to give him his due, he did drop Leggett after a string of less than impressive performances but it is my opinion that he plays better in an advanced position and is seldom given that opportunity.
Reece Miller seems to be a confusing issue. Maybe but not really owned by Aldershite and Spencer's getting into bed with Danny to forge a "relationship". Makes you want to puke. I wouldn't go sucking up to Aldershot Town even if they were glazed in honey.
So more changes likely. A settled squad, a settled squad, a "thanks Dom" for a settled squad.
Let's get excited about Tonbridge Angels. It'll only be us there. Yeah right. If you really believe that they won't turn up without their teams colours on, especially when they've already bought a ticket, you'll believe AJ is about to join a Championship team.
It's the FA Cup, anything can happen. Let's hope we give it a bloody good go and the spirit of 92, 96, and 2003 will see us home. LET'S FACKIN' 'AVE IT!!!!
COME ON BORO!!!!
