Obviously nothing was happening in our private lives during the summer of 1990 as we had a spanking new issue of PATGOD out for the start of the new season. That, or we were all fired up by our National team's oh-so-close brush with winning the World Cup in Italy that we rushed t our typewriters and grabbed the carbon sheets in excitement. At least, we thought, we'll never take penalties THAT badly again!It would be fair to say that the previous season had proved to be disappointing for the Poppies after the one before. No trips to Charlton, that's for sure. We had to face the inescapable conclusion that we had started the damn fanzine just one season too late!
The moderate nature of the 1989-90 season was such that, on the odd occasion, we had been slightly critical of the direction the club was heading. We also knew those running the club had read these comments, and, in all probability, held different views. The two viewpoints came to a head at the end of season bash at the Royal where we were ambushed by Peter Morris and Cyril Gingell and told in no uncertain terms that our views were unwelcome as an unpaid VAT bill, and that the fanzine wouldn't be welcome at Rockingham Road again. God alone knows how they would have reacted if the internet had existed then, and they were inundated with negative supporter views on an daily, or in some cases, hourly basis.
There was some good stuff in this issue. Hopefully we'll have scanned some of the better bits and put them on the blog the next time you come back! In the meantime here's a little picture of Peter Morris in happier times, during his catalogue modelling days....
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