its a sad, sad sit-yoo-ayshun, warbled Elton Welsby John a few years ago, most notably for the younger patrons of this site with the boy band Blue. It sums up my feelings about Chatham Town FC at the moment.
I took advantage of an offer to visit a friend in the East Sussex region on Saturday just gone. Normally, such an offer would have been rejected with a dismissive pffffttt and wave of the hand - the Chats were at home. But with the season having already descended, in my opinion, into farce, why not take in the delights of Hove?
And I was proved correct as Chatham were beaten for the 10th time in 13 games, throwing away a one goal lead against a team who a few months ago we were able to call promotion rivals. Croydon Moneybags Athletic were the visitors to TOSC and came away 2-1 winners, Chatham's goal being scored by the spritely Jack Pallen.
Pallen's loan got me thinking about who we need to keep for next season. To be frank, there really aren't that many who seem to want it. And I can only assume that there is something amiss with the management of the club.
Brendon Cass, Byron Walker, Lee Barnett, Steve Hafner. One thing in common. Well, two. Very talented players. All left Chatham Town this season. And to be frank, they're the tip of the iceberg. It was implied in Alex O Brien's programme notes that Barnett went to Thamesmead for the money. Given that he is, to my knowledge, playing Kent League football now (last week he turned out for Erith and Belvedere), he's either had a massive turn of heart, E&B (who don't pay players) have had a change in fortune, or none of it was ever true. You decide.
And the rumours of indiscipline (some first teamers refusing to train) go unaddressed. Ascheri on a 35 day ban for a sending off playing with his mates in the sunday league. Possibly the most stupid thing to have happened since John Wilfort was affectionately termed "Mad John Wilf" by AOB. I'm not sure whether the problem here is the players or the gaffer. We've had too many players ghost in and out of the club - they must be smelling that something isn't right. And to be frank, as talented a coach as OB clearly is, tactically it's all looking a bit iffy. We never have a plan B.
If this season had another month to run, I'd be in Billy Hill's putting a ton on us going down, just to get something good out of the season. There have been so few positives this year - it started so well, and for once we looked like we might be competing rather than making up the numbers. But its fallen apart at the seams and no-one appears to care. That's why it rankles so much.
Should I stay or should I go? That's the song the artist formerly known as Don Logan is singing in the shower every morning... Whether the club will ever make the call remains to be seen. We've become an embarrassing shambles of poor tactics, thuggery, and lack of any credible talent. We have many talented individuals (Probets, Ruddy, Solly, Avery, Denness, Payne, Laker) but we are not a team. Next season must be an improvement.
Maidstone are apparently moving in. The money would be handy. And the men who took them from the Kent League to the Ryman Premier, Walker and Hume, are out of a job. Could be another "vancany" sign going up at TOSC over the summer...
Monday, 12 April 2010
Saturday, 20 March 2010
Lidl's Vodka 1 - 3 Chuck Martini
This report is well, late, (four days so in fact), but the joys of parenting and a busy career in Social Housing have truly taken their toll this week.
Tuesday night saw Chatham, on the back of their first successive victories since October 2009, entertain play off hunting Godalming Town at TOSC. Godalming, a much much improved side and one of the suprise packages in the Ryman 1 South this term, came to Maidstone Road confident of a repeat of their opening day mauling of the Chats, an encounter which Chuck Martini's men (yes, that his real name) won 3-0.
Chatham started the game nervously, and were a deserved goal down on 27 mins when the impressively strong and fleet of foot number 11 Phil Williams held off challenges from an aggressive Ray Powell to fire a pin point accuract shot past Richard Stroud from an improbable angle. In a game that had offered little in the way of clear chances until that point, it was only ever going to be from such a piece of class that the scoreline altered, and the half petered out tersely, the only items of note being the substitution by Godalming of their keeper Gary Aulsberry for Rodney Chiweshe, who himself was carring an injury, and the almost immediate save by the replacement of a fierce and well struck Jack Pallen shot.
Into the second half, and Chatham came out of the blocks the stronger side. With no more than five second half minutes on the clock, the impressive Rob Denness held the ball up well in the box, and laid it off for Pallen, who's crisp drive was tipped wide by Chiweshe. On 55 minutes, Chatham were level thanks to a superlative strike from Denness with the left foot, the lanky frontman running onto a clever through ball, taking one touch and burying past the outstretched keeper into the far corner.
The momentum of the game was truly turning at this point, Chatham seemingly the better side, and a winner looking likely for the Medway side. Jack Pallen twice went close in the next ten minutes, before a Barnett-esque strike from distance by Denness was tipped over by the outstanding Chiweshe.
Then came the twist in this tale that wouldn't suprise any Chats fan this season. A hopeful punt by the Chiweshe (who had not kicked the ball with any comfort due to the knock he was carrying all game) eluded everyone in the Chatham rearguard, and was flicked through the defence to find Graeme Purdy, who buried it past the stranded Stroud.
Stroud, who'd not had much to do in the half could justifiably feel aggrieved by the yet again calamitous defending on show, but could not find fault with anyone but himself for the killer third which followed some ten minutes later. A cross into the box was caught by Stroud above a Godalming head, and immediately dropped. Stroud chased behind the big man, hoping to achieve who knows what other than a youth theatre pantomime re-enactment of a chase scene from a silent comedy (all that was missing was a clenched fist and a rolling pin),before the ball was pulled back across goal for Williams to bury it past the distraught defence. Chatham's confidence finally undone, the final ten minutes played out in a painfully lacklustre spirit, even Justin Ascheri's appearance from the bench doing nothing to dispell the painful truth that we are tactically incompetent and adrift of the depth of intelligence and tactical nous that makes winning teams.
We entertain high flying Fleet Town this afternoon. I might go.
Tuesday night saw Chatham, on the back of their first successive victories since October 2009, entertain play off hunting Godalming Town at TOSC. Godalming, a much much improved side and one of the suprise packages in the Ryman 1 South this term, came to Maidstone Road confident of a repeat of their opening day mauling of the Chats, an encounter which Chuck Martini's men (yes, that his real name) won 3-0.
Chatham started the game nervously, and were a deserved goal down on 27 mins when the impressively strong and fleet of foot number 11 Phil Williams held off challenges from an aggressive Ray Powell to fire a pin point accuract shot past Richard Stroud from an improbable angle. In a game that had offered little in the way of clear chances until that point, it was only ever going to be from such a piece of class that the scoreline altered, and the half petered out tersely, the only items of note being the substitution by Godalming of their keeper Gary Aulsberry for Rodney Chiweshe, who himself was carring an injury, and the almost immediate save by the replacement of a fierce and well struck Jack Pallen shot.
Into the second half, and Chatham came out of the blocks the stronger side. With no more than five second half minutes on the clock, the impressive Rob Denness held the ball up well in the box, and laid it off for Pallen, who's crisp drive was tipped wide by Chiweshe. On 55 minutes, Chatham were level thanks to a superlative strike from Denness with the left foot, the lanky frontman running onto a clever through ball, taking one touch and burying past the outstretched keeper into the far corner.
The momentum of the game was truly turning at this point, Chatham seemingly the better side, and a winner looking likely for the Medway side. Jack Pallen twice went close in the next ten minutes, before a Barnett-esque strike from distance by Denness was tipped over by the outstanding Chiweshe.
Then came the twist in this tale that wouldn't suprise any Chats fan this season. A hopeful punt by the Chiweshe (who had not kicked the ball with any comfort due to the knock he was carrying all game) eluded everyone in the Chatham rearguard, and was flicked through the defence to find Graeme Purdy, who buried it past the stranded Stroud.
Stroud, who'd not had much to do in the half could justifiably feel aggrieved by the yet again calamitous defending on show, but could not find fault with anyone but himself for the killer third which followed some ten minutes later. A cross into the box was caught by Stroud above a Godalming head, and immediately dropped. Stroud chased behind the big man, hoping to achieve who knows what other than a youth theatre pantomime re-enactment of a chase scene from a silent comedy (all that was missing was a clenched fist and a rolling pin),before the ball was pulled back across goal for Williams to bury it past the distraught defence. Chatham's confidence finally undone, the final ten minutes played out in a painfully lacklustre spirit, even Justin Ascheri's appearance from the bench doing nothing to dispell the painful truth that we are tactically incompetent and adrift of the depth of intelligence and tactical nous that makes winning teams.
We entertain high flying Fleet Town this afternoon. I might go.
Monday, 15 March 2010
An apology...
of sorts... Sorry to AOB and Lew Watts for any offence caused. This blog (me) was a bit out of order, but I mitigate this with frustration that we are all feeling at results on the pitch (now improved) and a lack of communication regarding allegations of indiscipline at the club (still an issue - but not for the management, but the committee)
Two wins on the bounce for the first time since October suggesting things are improving, a bit. The 3-2 win at Ramsgate was by all accounts hard fought and deserved. Ramsgate have only won once in thirteen attempts...
Godalming at home tomorrow night. Let's end the season as we did last year. We can still do this. We can still better last year's performance.
Two wins on the bounce for the first time since October suggesting things are improving, a bit. The 3-2 win at Ramsgate was by all accounts hard fought and deserved. Ramsgate have only won once in thirteen attempts...
Godalming at home tomorrow night. Let's end the season as we did last year. We can still do this. We can still better last year's performance.
Sunday, 7 March 2010
Dr T and the Women... a review
I'm that disheartened with Chatham Town FC at the moment, that today's post is a review of a Richard Gere film, released in 2000.
For those of you not in the know, things seem to be going very awry at the Theatre of Slapstick Comedy. In fact, to paraphrase Malcolm Tucker, I feel like asking OB and Lew if they managed to get the piano into the ground without dropping it, things are so fast becoming like Laurel and Hardy.
This week saw a fifth league defeat on the bounce, 2-0 at home to Sittingbourne, in a game that marked Brendon Cass's last contribution to the red and black. It was announced on Friday that he'd gone to Folkestone, who had, according to Stan Laurel made him an offer to good to refuse. That to me implies cash - but all of us in the know are more than aware of the CVA that Folkestone are currently subject to, which sort of rules that out. The next day, Cass is on the sight, blaming the last two months.
There was the glimmer of hope, or maybe a two pence piece mistakenly thrown into a sewer by a blind man with a wish, in the form of a scrappy 2-1 win over Whyteleafe at TOSC on Saturday, a result that elevated the Chats back to 12th in the league. Perhaps its overly doom and gloom, but with rumours abound of some first teamers not training (in my opinion they're welcome to not train - they just shouldn't expect to get picked for a game, or get paid), the first team management not attending the reserves game despite a free afternoon the other week, and the departure of the experienced Tommy Osbourne to the toadrags at Thamesmead before he'd even played a game for us sums up everything that's wrong.
We started the year with so much promise. OB threatened a play off spot. He wanted promotion. But, in my opinion, too many players who epitomise Chatham Town have been left to walk out of the ground to be replaced by lesser players with bigger, uglier attitudes, and the club is not the same anymore. Plenty of people had been asking about on the pitch discipline problems before it got very ugly last month, when newbie John Wilfort landed a seven match ban for two incidents of violent conduct in concurrent games. Yes, we needed a replacement for Steve Best. But Bestie was hard midfielder with integrity. A hard streak in the team is essential. But when its completely disproportionate, its out of order. We've not got a reputation as a team of thugs. It needs to stop.
So, moving on... the centre piece of my weekend, wasn't Chatham vs Leafe, but a much forgotten and understandably maligned Richard Gere vehicle, Dr T and the Women, released in 2000.
The movie, directed by the late Robert Altman, has Gere in the understandably under used film role of gynaecologist. He's a troubled modern guy with a mentally ill wife, Farah Fawcett, who two children and twenty five years of marriage later, takes off all her clothes in a mall. Sectioned, or the US equivalent, it takes all of a month for him to fall for high foreheaded golf pro Helen Hunt, and then discover that his eldest daughter, soon to be wed Kate Hudson, is a lesbian. Then follows a scene in which Gere, managing to portray absolutely no emotion on his face that belies his lack of hair dye, drives headlong into a twister, and lands in Mexico for his shot at redemption. But redemption for what? The film itself? Gere could do with a slice of it. For a man who's made a career out of "acting", a quick look at his IMDB scores makes for a shock. I can't find a single film with him as lead that rates over 7/10. This is mediocrity only so far achieved at such a high salary by Sandra Bullock.
Its actually the worst film I've ever seen. There is no chance of emotional attachment, either positive or negative to any of the characters. In fact, given the chance to either punch or kiss any of them, I'd take neither, and go for a stroll around a dated shopping centre, preferring the promise of rubbish card shops and mobile phone stores to a moment in the company of any of them. Altman did some fine work apparently. This isn't it. This film is to cinema what a bad Coldplay album is to music. A total waste of all the genius and artistic development of the medium over decades. It could not have been worse even if it had Steve Guttenburg playing every role into a 90's Sharp Viewcam. Watch it and see what I mean, but don't say I didn't warn you.
For those of you not in the know, things seem to be going very awry at the Theatre of Slapstick Comedy. In fact, to paraphrase Malcolm Tucker, I feel like asking OB and Lew if they managed to get the piano into the ground without dropping it, things are so fast becoming like Laurel and Hardy.
This week saw a fifth league defeat on the bounce, 2-0 at home to Sittingbourne, in a game that marked Brendon Cass's last contribution to the red and black. It was announced on Friday that he'd gone to Folkestone, who had, according to Stan Laurel made him an offer to good to refuse. That to me implies cash - but all of us in the know are more than aware of the CVA that Folkestone are currently subject to, which sort of rules that out. The next day, Cass is on the sight, blaming the last two months.
There was the glimmer of hope, or maybe a two pence piece mistakenly thrown into a sewer by a blind man with a wish, in the form of a scrappy 2-1 win over Whyteleafe at TOSC on Saturday, a result that elevated the Chats back to 12th in the league. Perhaps its overly doom and gloom, but with rumours abound of some first teamers not training (in my opinion they're welcome to not train - they just shouldn't expect to get picked for a game, or get paid), the first team management not attending the reserves game despite a free afternoon the other week, and the departure of the experienced Tommy Osbourne to the toadrags at Thamesmead before he'd even played a game for us sums up everything that's wrong.
We started the year with so much promise. OB threatened a play off spot. He wanted promotion. But, in my opinion, too many players who epitomise Chatham Town have been left to walk out of the ground to be replaced by lesser players with bigger, uglier attitudes, and the club is not the same anymore. Plenty of people had been asking about on the pitch discipline problems before it got very ugly last month, when newbie John Wilfort landed a seven match ban for two incidents of violent conduct in concurrent games. Yes, we needed a replacement for Steve Best. But Bestie was hard midfielder with integrity. A hard streak in the team is essential. But when its completely disproportionate, its out of order. We've not got a reputation as a team of thugs. It needs to stop.
So, moving on... the centre piece of my weekend, wasn't Chatham vs Leafe, but a much forgotten and understandably maligned Richard Gere vehicle, Dr T and the Women, released in 2000.
The movie, directed by the late Robert Altman, has Gere in the understandably under used film role of gynaecologist. He's a troubled modern guy with a mentally ill wife, Farah Fawcett, who two children and twenty five years of marriage later, takes off all her clothes in a mall. Sectioned, or the US equivalent, it takes all of a month for him to fall for high foreheaded golf pro Helen Hunt, and then discover that his eldest daughter, soon to be wed Kate Hudson, is a lesbian. Then follows a scene in which Gere, managing to portray absolutely no emotion on his face that belies his lack of hair dye, drives headlong into a twister, and lands in Mexico for his shot at redemption. But redemption for what? The film itself? Gere could do with a slice of it. For a man who's made a career out of "acting", a quick look at his IMDB scores makes for a shock. I can't find a single film with him as lead that rates over 7/10. This is mediocrity only so far achieved at such a high salary by Sandra Bullock.
Its actually the worst film I've ever seen. There is no chance of emotional attachment, either positive or negative to any of the characters. In fact, given the chance to either punch or kiss any of them, I'd take neither, and go for a stroll around a dated shopping centre, preferring the promise of rubbish card shops and mobile phone stores to a moment in the company of any of them. Altman did some fine work apparently. This isn't it. This film is to cinema what a bad Coldplay album is to music. A total waste of all the genius and artistic development of the medium over decades. It could not have been worse even if it had Steve Guttenburg playing every role into a 90's Sharp Viewcam. Watch it and see what I mean, but don't say I didn't warn you.
Saturday, 13 February 2010
Chips 1 - 0 Chumps
Hi.
Nothing like starting with a hello. Its an attempt to be chipper given the news that Chatham again drew and blank, and were turned over by a lowly Chipstead side who'd only registered one 3-pointer in their previous thirteen home games.
I'm trying to find positives in a season that's swiftly trajectorising itself towards doom. We were looking mediocre until recently, but now, results suggest we're just plain old poor.
I didn't go. I await Rochester Valiant's report with some trepidation. Again, we've failed to score. Lee Barnett may have gone chasing the cash, singing Dizzee Rascal's Money Talks as he whistled his way to Thamesmead, but one man doesn't make a team, and his seven goals in 21 appearances wasn't the form of the superstar he was last year. I hope dearly that Cassie at least got some service today, but I can't help thinking that again, the problem is a lack of decent crosses into the box. He's an onion bag picker outer of the highest order, and we just don't let him have a chance.
Next Saturday sees Eastbourne visit, a side who've won just once on the road this term. We must lay our hoodoo to rest, and arrest the slide. Still, could be worse. We could be Merstham, who were amongst the early pace setters, but have won just once in the last eight games. Fortunately, those urchins at Sittingbourne lost out to a 94th minute winner at Croydon, and drop down the table with us, one place. We're now 10th, which is fortunate because results going very awry today would have seen us drop six places to 15th. Worryingly, everyone has games in hand.
I have full faith in Don Logan and Co to get this club to the next level. They promised a rollercoaster, and we have it. Its just broken down, and we fans feel like the idiots you see stuck upside down at Thorpe Park. The blood's going to my head now and I feel sick. Time for Don to oil the runners. We've got ambition off the pitch, proved in the ambitious planning application to improve corporate facilities at the TOSC. The club's exciting new community venture is something to treasure. We need to get known in the local community as a viable, affordable family friendly alternative to the BSE infected tripe that is professional football at Priestfield. But we need to get the results flowing on the pitch. We've got the most capable side I've seen in the five years I've been going, and they seem demotivated. AOB's legendary team talks need to re-emerge. The man needs a resurgence himself. We need to show him how much we appreciate all the hard work he's put in. He could be the best thing to happen to this club in many a year, and he needs our support.
See you all next Saturday.
Nothing like starting with a hello. Its an attempt to be chipper given the news that Chatham again drew and blank, and were turned over by a lowly Chipstead side who'd only registered one 3-pointer in their previous thirteen home games.
I'm trying to find positives in a season that's swiftly trajectorising itself towards doom. We were looking mediocre until recently, but now, results suggest we're just plain old poor.
I didn't go. I await Rochester Valiant's report with some trepidation. Again, we've failed to score. Lee Barnett may have gone chasing the cash, singing Dizzee Rascal's Money Talks as he whistled his way to Thamesmead, but one man doesn't make a team, and his seven goals in 21 appearances wasn't the form of the superstar he was last year. I hope dearly that Cassie at least got some service today, but I can't help thinking that again, the problem is a lack of decent crosses into the box. He's an onion bag picker outer of the highest order, and we just don't let him have a chance.
Next Saturday sees Eastbourne visit, a side who've won just once on the road this term. We must lay our hoodoo to rest, and arrest the slide. Still, could be worse. We could be Merstham, who were amongst the early pace setters, but have won just once in the last eight games. Fortunately, those urchins at Sittingbourne lost out to a 94th minute winner at Croydon, and drop down the table with us, one place. We're now 10th, which is fortunate because results going very awry today would have seen us drop six places to 15th. Worryingly, everyone has games in hand.
I have full faith in Don Logan and Co to get this club to the next level. They promised a rollercoaster, and we have it. Its just broken down, and we fans feel like the idiots you see stuck upside down at Thorpe Park. The blood's going to my head now and I feel sick. Time for Don to oil the runners. We've got ambition off the pitch, proved in the ambitious planning application to improve corporate facilities at the TOSC. The club's exciting new community venture is something to treasure. We need to get known in the local community as a viable, affordable family friendly alternative to the BSE infected tripe that is professional football at Priestfield. But we need to get the results flowing on the pitch. We've got the most capable side I've seen in the five years I've been going, and they seem demotivated. AOB's legendary team talks need to re-emerge. The man needs a resurgence himself. We need to show him how much we appreciate all the hard work he's put in. He could be the best thing to happen to this club in many a year, and he needs our support.
See you all next Saturday.
Saturday, 6 February 2010
Red backstreet boozers 0 - 2 Pink gastropubs
Dulwich Hamlet were today's visitors the the theater of slapstick comedy, and came away two nil winners thanks to a penalty in each half.
To be fair, they deserved there win, as Chatham were limited in options up front, three Brad Potter headers from corners the only scares for Hamlet's 80s keeper.
Chatham's front line was missing the departed Lee Barnett. It turns out the pay cut was a step too far for the big man; perhaps it was the catalyst for a scant goodbye for a player who appeared to have peaked last season. Barnett has joined R1N title chasers Thamesmead Town, where he will join Rikki Cable and Andy Constable up front. Certainly, he had class last season, but has not had the cutting edge that made him stand apart last year. I don't like to speculate, but I think he saw the chance for the door and ran through it - unlike too many defences this season.
Back to the action though, and Chatham seemed demoralised. The final ball not there, the indecision in attack, too many stray passes. Too many changes perhaps, Denness managing a full 90 minutes a plus, the substitution at half time of an increasingly frustrated Cass and to my mind the best player in the red and black in the first half, Ray Powell, frankly bizarre changes if not brought about by injury. I do worry about how the season and all its hope is petering out. We need to get winning, we need to get confidence.
The most positive part of this game today? The fact that we've stopped our nine game win-lose hoodoo. Its two defeats on the bounce today. Let's show some of the famous bouncebackability next week at Chipstead - hopefully we'll still have Cassie to lead the line. His replacement today though, a young lad with ginger hair and white socks, looked like he had potential. But we need to get Cassie showing the love so to speak. Feed him and he'll grow.
To be fair, they deserved there win, as Chatham were limited in options up front, three Brad Potter headers from corners the only scares for Hamlet's 80s keeper.
Chatham's front line was missing the departed Lee Barnett. It turns out the pay cut was a step too far for the big man; perhaps it was the catalyst for a scant goodbye for a player who appeared to have peaked last season. Barnett has joined R1N title chasers Thamesmead Town, where he will join Rikki Cable and Andy Constable up front. Certainly, he had class last season, but has not had the cutting edge that made him stand apart last year. I don't like to speculate, but I think he saw the chance for the door and ran through it - unlike too many defences this season.
Back to the action though, and Chatham seemed demoralised. The final ball not there, the indecision in attack, too many stray passes. Too many changes perhaps, Denness managing a full 90 minutes a plus, the substitution at half time of an increasingly frustrated Cass and to my mind the best player in the red and black in the first half, Ray Powell, frankly bizarre changes if not brought about by injury. I do worry about how the season and all its hope is petering out. We need to get winning, we need to get confidence.
The most positive part of this game today? The fact that we've stopped our nine game win-lose hoodoo. Its two defeats on the bounce today. Let's show some of the famous bouncebackability next week at Chipstead - hopefully we'll still have Cassie to lead the line. His replacement today though, a young lad with ginger hair and white socks, looked like he had potential. But we need to get Cassie showing the love so to speak. Feed him and he'll grow.
Friday, 5 February 2010
Money talks...
Its been well publicised this week that we've cut the playing budget, the sort of thing that had to be expected given just one home game in six weeks.
And its announced today, that at least one player, yet to be named, has taken this as his cue to leave. Frankly, it smacks of an excuse to get out. We're underachieving this year, that's for sure. The win-lose run now extends to nine games. But we're a turn of form away from a play off spot, and bettering last season's quarter century high.
I'm not going to speculate on who it is that thinks the money talks. If they genuinely think they'll get more elsewhere, then fair play to them. Even if they are wrong. There's no one at the club at the moment who'd walk into another first team, with perhaps the exception of the ever improving Richard Avery.
I'll save my scathe for when the news of the money slave is released...
Anyway, tomorrow is Dulwich at home, and a return to the stadium by Mark Green to launch the community scheme, in our newly named Fitness First Stand. It occurred to me earlier, that the acronym for the said stand is hilarious. FFS!
And its announced today, that at least one player, yet to be named, has taken this as his cue to leave. Frankly, it smacks of an excuse to get out. We're underachieving this year, that's for sure. The win-lose run now extends to nine games. But we're a turn of form away from a play off spot, and bettering last season's quarter century high.
I'm not going to speculate on who it is that thinks the money talks. If they genuinely think they'll get more elsewhere, then fair play to them. Even if they are wrong. There's no one at the club at the moment who'd walk into another first team, with perhaps the exception of the ever improving Richard Avery.
I'll save my scathe for when the news of the money slave is released...
Anyway, tomorrow is Dulwich at home, and a return to the stadium by Mark Green to launch the community scheme, in our newly named Fitness First Stand. It occurred to me earlier, that the acronym for the said stand is hilarious. FFS!
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