It’s been a while hasn’t it? A lot has happened since our last issue was seized upon by a fanzine-hungry Kettering public. Mention should be made that our last issue didn’t prove to be THE last issue. Some might say that due to the selfless actions of a number of people the proud name of PATGOD continued for a number of seasons, shining a wryly-comedic light into the darkest of footballing places. Some might very well say that. Not us of course. In OUR opinion our baby was corrupted by lesser contributors, hamstrung by dipping quality, and allowed to waste away due to the ineffectual efforts of hacks not worthy to lace our shoes.
Boy, it’s good to be able to spout off again!
The Club has certainly changed a bit since we last got together. We have been to Wembley again, won two titles, reached the fourth round of the FA Cup and changed leagues half a dozen times. Plenty of scope for comment there. Especially when you consider that over the course of our classic PATGOD run we wrung a ton of material out of basically shunting around between a dozen league places in the same division. Bitter? Nah. Who’d want to write about Championship wins and League scalps when you can stretch a day-trip to Gateshead to somehow fill four pages, whilst still not actually mentioning the game itself?
The ground is much as we left it. No, scratch that. It is EXACTLY how we left it. The lease is still an issue. The away fans still get wet when it rain and the clock in the corner of the ground still isn’t working. There is however the new Sid Chapman terrace, honouring that stout clubman who was always first to answer the call when the electricity board came knocking. Actually, that terrace is just the old pop side with a new name. Ah, well.
Our friends from Inbred-land are exactly where we left them, although they have enjoyed something of a rollercoaster ride since our last communication. It must be said, that we have enjoyed it too, particularly the latter, slightly more downhill stages of their journey. They also seem to have lost a few thousand of their “dedicated” supporters. Strange that.
Our other friends in Plastic-Jock land seem to be doing much the same as when we left them. Still massing in their dozens for their fortnightly fix of athletics stadium vitriol.
Still on the cusp of greatness.
Still nursing chips the size of the Loch Ness Monster on each shoulder.
Still thinking that acting like an extra out of “Braveheart” is a laudable lifestyle choice.
They also have a new Chairman who seems strangely familiar. You never know, we may just come back to him at a later date….
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