Damson in distress
A jaunt out to Worthing via the capital on Saturday greeted me with a difficult decision. Am I to venture into the Midlands, following our Jekyll and Hyde display at the weekend?
Well aye, hence why you're reading this. With all other Beans operatives occupied, the bottom of the barrel has been scraped as you're greeted with my good self at the helm. I can assure you there'll be no poetry or novels here, but a man who's covered over 1,000 miles in the last few days watching
1 hour ago
Way Out Worthing
The story this ballad will tell
Began quite remarkably well
Though a gruelling away
Was a pretty good day
With a sudden descent into hell.
It began in the deep of the night,
From DAZN's stupid scheduling shite,
Climbed on in Ramsden Square,
Half the bus seats to spare,
But all positive up for the fight
4 days ago
Sutton Shellacked by Buoyant Barra
Paul Hornby has been feeling something building. No, we haven't been serving Ryvita and Krisprolls baguettes in the hospitality — I've been feeling it too. We've had five games of footballing lethologica, searching for the word win — was today it? If it is, it won't be easy.
Before we dissect the dictionary definition of a game of non-league football, some sad news. Bluey has been kicked to death in a Hindpool back alley. He has been replaced by his more fragrant and better-l
Sep 6
Waiting for the Great Leap Forwards
The journey itself, however, was pleasant enough. A stupidly cheap first-class upgrade later, I arrived in the eternal confusional vortex of Birmingham New Street, then onward.
Kiddy. A very similar size of town, carpets rather than the nation’s nuclear deterrent providing the bedrock. Perennial non-leaguers, but with a foray into the Football League. Very, very odd and unintelligible accent.
Still, we weren’t short of inexplicably odd behaviour, especially when one of our nu
Aug 31
