Oh what we would have given, in the Conference nearly men days, for a position even a quarter as good as this. Remember, the closest we ever came to winning that league was a last day shootout that involved Kidderminster losing, us winning and with a 7 goal swing.
Look away now if you don’t want to see the
result.
How to describe how nailed on we are? Ladbrokes are refusing to take bets (admittedly
because they refuse to believe the Southern League Central is an actual league - is it Southern, or Central? Southern Central, or Central Southern?). In snooker terms it's just pot the black to win, and it’s in the
jaws of the pocket. We need double top
whilst the other player is still stuck on 491. One to win off 10 overs with 9 wickets standing, and Johnny Vegas coming on to bowl.
We can't blow it now. It's impossible. There's more chance of Jacob Rees Mogg winning Celebrity Fight Club, or an episode of Eastenders not featuring an actor seething through clenched teeth.
But just in case, isn’t Tom Knowles due a loan
move to AFCD? Followed by Kings Lynn.
Andddd the match
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