Aaaanyway.
Preposterous as it may seem there are people out there (the sort of people who respect people more than others if they have MBAs, but people nevertheless - with votes and everything) who try to maintain that a certain team based in Buckinghamshire actually are the present manifestation of Wimbledon Football Club.
One question - when the McDons secured promotion this season was there a single ex-Wimbledon player or even club official to be found celebrating? Much less in the way that genuine Wimbledon legend
Dickie Guy could be observed making a complete uninhibited exhibition of himself at the post-match celebrations down at Kingsmeadow today?
Today has banished the post-election gloom however briefly at Grundy Towers. In my entire life I have never gone so completely demented as I did when prodigal son Mark de Bolla slammed in the 85th minute free kick that put us into the Conference South (just think, jonas, if Bromley hadn't failed to make the playoffs and consequently return him to us he wouldn't have been able to make one and score the other of our goals today. Does it
ache? Does it
hurt? Does it
burn? Poor you.)
Had we not won there would have been injustice aplenty to rail against (their captain, number 5, scoring shortly after escaping a certain red card for bringing down down main when through on goal; the penalty not given in the second half despite the linesman - who was much nearer events - frantically flagging for a spotkick) but ultimately it's probably Staines who played the better. We were wretched through almost all the second half. Right up to the moment we brought de Bolla on, in fact. Hey, Jonas: ;-)
After that it was a delirious pitch invasion then back to Kingsmeadow for canapes and sophisticated conversation. It's so great for YMG in particular. He's at school in Wimbledon surrounded by Chelsea, Man U & Liverpool types. But who was actually at a final contested by his team? Who got to meet the players afterwards and get them to sign his shirt? Who got to have a kickabout with his team's captain? Who got to run out on to his team's pitch for a post-promotion kickabout? Who actually supports and belongs, rather than simply consuming and bragging.
God, how I love my club. My club.
And next year we play in the Conference South.
I
Can
Not
Fucking
Wait.
(especially for the Bromley games - fancy a pint, Jonas?)