Difficult to believe now, and even more difficult to explain to someone too young to remember, but there was a time when Wycombe Wanderers were mere upstarts, intent on emulating Kettering Town. For a couple of seasons we grappled at the top end of the Conference, and then the balance of power shifted forever. No one knows for certain how or why Wycombe overhauled us.
Admittedly Wycombe’s Board of Directors appointed the success-hungry Martin O’Neill as Manager, invested in their team, moved to a brand new ground, attracted thousands of new fans and went all out for success. At the same time our Board of Directors were ignoring Tax Bills, negotiating a crippling rent for our ground, investing in board room refurbishments and giving laughing-boy Morris the budget to rush out and sign players of the stature of Neil Horwood.
No, how Wycombe surpassed us must remain one of those unsolvable mysteries, like the Pyramids, or Atlantis, or why were there no cats or dogs in the local area when Tony Ansell did our catering.
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