I’m currently watching the AFC Wimbledon/Liverpool FA Cup game. As I blog, the score is 1-1 and the match has been thoroughly entertaining. I have been to Wimbledon’s Kingsmeadow stadium a couple of times, both with Bath City. It is a fantastic setup down there and the London-based club are very well run. This is a remarkable achievement, considering the club was formed just 12 years ago, by its own supporters, after the original Wimbledon FC was moved to Milton Keanes. Since their formation in 2002, The Dons have climbed from the bottom of non-league, into The Football League.
My own club, Leeds United, have had their own share of misery – most notably in 2007 when Ken Bates placed the club into administration. The club could have gone bust and ceased to exist. They didn’t fold. Instead were relegated to League One, for the first time in the club’s history, and docked 15 points. After 3 seasons in the third tier of English football, Leeds were eventually promoted back to The Championship, but even now, the club is in a perilous position and in a real danger of going down to League One again.
Watching Wimbledon’s success has made me wonder, what would have happened had Leeds folded in 2007 and been kicked out of the Football League? Imagine if the fans had started a new club – AFC Leeds United. Where would we be now? Leeds United potentially have one of the largest group of fans in Europe. If those passionate supporters had bought into a new phoenix club for Leeds, their energy, passion and finances could have made something very special.
Would AFC Leeds United be back in The Football League now, had they formed in 2007, or would they be stuck in non-league, playing local derbies against Harrogate Town? We will never know. One thing is for sure, had the current, cancer-ridden Leeds United dissolved seven years ago, whatever club replaced them wouldn’t have been run by Ken Bates, GFH or Massimo Cellino – three of the post-2007 owners, who are yet to return the once great club to its glory days. Personally, I would have taken the fan ownership, phoenix club gamble.
The Christmas tree and all the decorations that come with it were boxed up and moved into the garage today. Never mind – in less than 11 months, we’ll have it out again.
There is a large empty space in our front room, where it once stood – I’d actually forgotten how big our room was!
I was amused this morning by this news story. The Twitter game in question is apparently called “Cock or no cock”.
So, Robert, here’s one for you – cock or no cock?
As I have probably mentioned a thousand times on my blog this week, I have had a cold. Despite being a lot better than I was, I still have moments where the man flu is too much for me to cope with.
Last night, while lying in bed, not only did I find myself struggling to sleep, but breathing was becoming difficult! This was only a side-effect of the cold virus, although decisive action did have to be taken, in the form of a bottle of Olbas Oil. Just a few drops onto a piece of toilet roll were enough to sooth my throat and allow me to sleep.
A few hours later I woke up. The whole bedroom stunk of the stuff – it was enough to make your eyes water. Claire had been woken up by it too and was complaining of a headache. At this point, my airwaves had been well and truly cleared and I was more concerned with fumigating our bedroom! I removed the offending piece of toilet tissue, which had been used to collect the drops of oil, from the bedroom.
The room still reeked, but there wasn’t a lot to do besides go back to bed and hope we didn’t die of poison from the fumes in our sleep. We didn’t. In fact, by the time I woke up the smell had almost gone. I’ll be going to bed very soon. What I won’t be doing is using any of that oil again anytime soon.
Firstly, a happy new year to my blog readers. I hope you all had a good night and are not suffering the after effects of too much fizzy pop from the night before.
It must be a sign of getting old. Last night I was in bed before midnight. Granted it was only ten minutes before the turn of the year and I was still wide awake in bed when half of Bath let off all their fireworks.
My New Year’s Eve was spent in the house with Claire. She prepared a buffet, which we enjoyed while watching The Inbetweeners 2. Claire had just done two night shifts and I am recovering from a nasty cold/man flu (I now have my voice back), so we were both rather tired, but managed to enjoy the film.
2015 is going to be a big year for us – it is less than 6 months until our wedding. From today, we can officially say “we’re getting married this year”.
With today being New Year’s Day, we’re following the tradition of attending a non-league football game. Bath City are playing Weston Super Mare. It’s a miserable day and raining; however, the game will most definitely be on – it doesn’t take a bit of drizzle to call a football game off at Fortress Twerton – unlike elsewhere…
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