Blog: The Football!

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I haven't spoken about THE FOOTBALL on here for a while, partly because I'm not sure that it entirely fits with what people expect from my CORPORATE BRAND, but mostly because it's been bloody awful.

For the past few years I've been fulfilling a long-cheished LIFE GOAL by being a season ticket holder at Peterborough United. Yes, that's right - some people dream of climbing Everest or having their own organic chocolate empire, but I have always longed to spend approximately alternate Saturdays in the East Midlands, complaining.

Actually that's not really the full story - there IS a lot of complaining, especially over the past year or so, but also loads of LARKS and good-times with the Old Boys who inhabit The Family Stand. However, I've always had to miss loads of games, especially midweek ones, so this year I relinquished my season ticket and went down to a 10 game FLEXI ticket.

At the start of the season I thought "That might be TOO MANY" tickets, as the actual matches were AWFUL, but this Saturday just gone something wonderful and amazing happened. FOR LO! it was really really really good and we THRASHED Wimbledon 5-0! FIVE NIL! That's a third of our total goals for the whole season so far! Also, it was dead exciting with SKILLZ and WALLOPING and very little Titting About At The Back (if - WHEN - I am asked to take a role as Director Of Football my first move will be to BAN Titting About At The Back).

It was fabulous, and all down, it seems, to our BRAND NEW Manager, Luke Williams. I say "brand new" because we have previously gone through a rolling programme of hiring Darren Ferguson, sacking Darren Ferguson, hiring Grant McCann, sacking Grant McCann, hiring Darren Ferguson and so forth. THIS time however there is a NEW bloke who seems to have brought some MAGIC POTION with him, possibly from a small village in ancient Gaul, and made everything WORK.

It was AMAZING and I confidently predict that things will continue in this way for the rest of the season. NOTHING CAN GO WRONG.

Afterwards there were loads of disgruntled Wimbledon fans moping about on the platform with me while we waited for the train home. I was shocked by the way they were MOANING - come on guys, support the team! - and was delighted when one chap, about my age, said to his colleagues as the train arrived, "There better not be any Peterborough on this train, I'll tell you that." He glanced up and saw me smiling. "Are you Peterborough?" he asked. "Yes," I replied. "Oh," he said. He looked like he wasn't sure what to do, so said. "Er... after you" and off we went back to London town.

FOOTBALL!

posted 10/11/2025 by MJ Hibbett

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