From Spalding with Love

So, there's yet another micro-club with ideas way-above-their-station that seem to think that a faint geographic closeness to the Poppies makes them in some way a "Rival".  So many try.  So few succeed.  

"Who are you looking at?"

Added to clubs like Daventry, Brackley, AFC Rushden & Diamonds, the latest group of charmless nerks to jump up and down and wave their arms in a desperate attempt to attract our attention are the straw-chewing bumpkins of Spalding.  And this was no more apparent than at the end of last Saturday's game, when a group of their more charming followers blocked a number of Kettering supporters' exit from their ground with the intent of forcing an altercation.

A couple of their most swivel-eyed loons, high on booze, high on drugs or high on getting a point at home, were desperately casting around for someone to start a fight with to perhaps validate their pointless lives.

So, just so Spalding are clear, we'll make this simple - 

• You are not our local rivals
• You will never be our local rivals
• You voted heavily in favour of Brexit, so go and pick your own f**king cabbages
• When you get a home gate double the usual size perhaps more than a couple of sleepy stewards might be advisable
• You are literally a signpost on our way to Skeggy.  Nothing more.  And now there is a bypass, you are barely that
• Tulips is an even softer nickname than Poppies

The one decent moment in our latest
trip to Lincolnshire