Posted by sean on January 18, 2016 at 3:09 pm in Bath City with No Comments

I am sure you are all concerned about my eyes, following Friday’s blog. I managed to recover the contact lens and restore my eyesight. With what awaited me the next day, I shouldn’t have bothered. It would have been better to have remained blind…

I wasted my entire Saturday and a huge amount of money, travelling the length of the country, only to see Bath City lose.

Regular readers will know that this is nothing new. I often waste my money and life on Bath City. It just feels like we haven’t won for ages… hang on a minute – we haven’t won for ages!

Since September, City have won a grand total of THREE games – one of these victories was in the FA Cup against Bodmin Town, who, without wanting to sound disrespectful, are probably made up of Sunday league players. It was pub team football – at least by Bath City.

I am normally an optimistic fan. Annoyingly so. I have wound so many fans up over the years, with my positivity and support for the players; but the last few months have been a mountain of poo, with Saturday’s game a huge vat of dog diarrhoea dumped on top.

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