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The Trip to Kingston

Just a couple of points from me in the run up to the trip to Kingston.

First of all, while I completely understand the many reasons why a lot of our usual away travellers will be giving this one a miss, I’d urge you to think again.  Not going to a match is a difficult choice to make, and I know it won’t have been made without a lot of thought, but I would ask you to consider it once more.

Recent announcements by those supposedly in positions of responsibility within that club, combined with the disgraceful way that Robbo was treated there recently give a clue to the level of hostility that we as fans are likely to be met with by members of their staff. If there’s anyone left in the football world who still believes the myth that they are some sort of family friendly club, and club that acts in a way that others should aspire to, well it’s safe to say that these events should have put paid to it once and for all.
In any organisation, you will find individuals who are bad eggs, and football is no different.  What shows the character of any organisation is how they respond to their own bad eggs, and the Kingston lot have repeatedly shown that they are fully supportive of, and even proud of, the people in their fold who act in ways that would be considered abhorrent in any normal civilised environment.  The fact that our fans and club representatives have to enter the ground under police protection to provide protection from their fans shows just how out of control they are as a club, and they should be ashamed of themselves.

We’ve seen enough to know that they will feel no shame though, as they have managed to reach a point where they believe that any behaviour towards us is acceptable.  Sorry Kingston, but that makes you nothing more than a bunch of thugs, and you’re everything that’s wrong with the game.

So why am I asking those of you who have chosen not to attend to reconsider?  Purely because I’d love to see as close to our usual away crowd attending as possible – our genuinely family friendly crowd, who’ve been there and seen it all, who aren’t likely to rise to any provocation from Kingston staff on the day.  I’d love there to be laughter, and piss-taking and pride in everything that we’ve done together over the years, and the less of you who attend, the less representative the crowd on the night will be.

So do me a favour – if you’re currently in the ‘no’ camp, then give it another thought.

My second point concerns those who are going.  

My guess is that we’ll face a pretty hostile reception from both fans and staff.  Fans we expect to be hostile, and we’re used to it.  Staff we don’t expect to be hostile (and shouldn’t have to) and we’re not used to it, so it could be odd to say the least.  I would encourage you to shrug off any attempts to provoke you into some form of response, laugh at them and get on with supporting the Dons.  I would suggest that if possible, you capture any attempts by their stewards or other staff to provoke a reaction on camera, but don’t rise to it.  This game means everything to them, and in the wider scheme of things, nothing to us.
It’s a nothing game, with a nothing club, who are desperate to turn it into something, because without us, they’re nothing. 

Don’t give them the satisfaction.

Come on you Dons.

It’s Armitage Shanks Memorial Clock Time Once Again

The Armitage Shanks Memorial Clock
It has been:

since anyone took a crap on the floor in the Boycott End

Doesn’t time fly when you’re having fun?  It’s been a while since we had a visit from the Kingston lot, as you can see from the clock above.  It should be pointed out that the clock wasn’t reset after their last visit, as apparently the handful they bought with them for the JPT match were actually toilet-trained.  The cleaning firms of Milton Keynes are obviously hoping for a return to form this time, however the rest of us are hoping for a more civilised visit – we’ll keep you posted, and if needs be, we’ll reset the clock.

It can’t be easy for the Kingston lot when they have to play us.  Hidden somewhere in the depths of that club, I’m pretty certain that there are some principled people who will never have anything to do with us.  I presume that they are also the people who with good conscience asked supporters of other clubs to boycott games against us for many years.  Obviously over the years the number of people who paid any attention to boycott calls diminished dramatically – more away fans generally visit us than visit any other club in our division – but even now, long after the calls for a boycott stopped, a very small number of supporters of other clubs still won’t visit us.

What must it have been like for those principled people, both within Kingston and other clubs, when the Kingston lot first had a chance to show their support for all those who had boycotted in the past?  As the ticket sales increased for that first game, even offers to buy back tickets fell on deaf ears, and eventually they bought more than four times their usual away gate.  The hypocrisy still amazes me.

The next attempt to save some dignity was to ask all their fans not to spend any money while in the stadium.  I felt sorry for the handful of individuals standing by the massed queues at the food concessions, asking people not to spend money and being routinely ignored, as  receipts for programme and food sales for a crowd of that size testify.  That they crapped on the floor as well was presumably a disappointment, though that’s never been acknowledged.

The most hypocritical, ‘shoot yourself in the foot’ series of acts that I can imagine – I still can’t believe they came.

They’ve been here a couple of times since then, with dwindling away support each time, though that is apparently going to be back up to about 2,000 this time, which is around three times their average away support.  Again the papers are full of stories of boycotts, and food boycotts – it will be interesting to see how principled they are this time.  Thanks for the money anyway – it’s much appreciated.

So what do you do as a club, if you’re almost entirely defined by your issues with the bastard cousins 60 miles up the road, and your own fans let you down so badly?  I’d say that you concentrate on the football, and that’s what they’ve done – they deserve credit for what they’ve achieved on the pitch.  They’re now in the same division as us, and they’re currently sitting comfortably above us.  They also deserve credit for the ‘just another game’ approach that they’re taking officially in the media, which is in marked contrast to previous games.  The usual individuals are still looking to milk the media for all they’re worth, but it would appear that the club itself has learned from their dwindling public support and is sitting back for now.  Whether they keep it up will be interesting too.

I don’t prescribe to the ‘just another game’ viewpoint – to me it’s an important game from a footballing rivalry perspective, and I’d like to win it.  (Football rivalry it is though – having brought so many people the first time, any pretence that it is anything else has long gone.)  In terms of the match, current form suggests that we’re likely to get a bit of a kicking, but games like these can be hard to predict.  We’ve got a new boss, and we’re not quite as bad a side as our results suggest.

To Robbie, welcome on board, and a quick suggestion.  If you’re looking for a way to establish which of our squad has what it takes to take us forwards, then this is it.  If the players aren’t up for this, if they don’t get the importance of this, then there are no further questions to ask.  Get rid and play some of the kids who’ll fight for us.

To the fans, just turn up, thank them for their money, sing loud, laugh at their banners/planes/boycotts/toilet habits and win, lose or draw, be proud of all we’ve achieved.

Come on you Dons.

Brando.

Underachievers

Back in the mid-80’s, Primal Scream weren’t the tripped-out ecstacy heads than made Screamadelica. No. What they were was a poor man’s MC5, churning out sub-stones nonsense to a Britain that couldn’t care less.They slogged around the toilet sized gig circuit, playing their Detroit infused boogie to basically themselves and their mates. And even their mates weren’t all that interested.

Anyroad. One evening in ’86, they found themselves in Leeds. No one in Leeds really gave a shit. It was a poorly attend gig, and no doubt The Primals were rubbish.

However. As they shambled onstage that night, something had changed. Bobby looked immaculate. Beautiful. Drop-dead cool from the floor up. Winkle-pickers, leather trousers, black n’ white striped long-sleeved tee, Raybans and a bowcut.

They’d played a few turgid numbers, when between songs someone shouted “You’re shit”. Bobby, without breaking stride, leaned into the mic, and quite simply said “underachiever” in the hecklers general direction. Quite possibly the greatest put-down in rock n’ roll ever.

I’d love to say that was the turning point in rock history, but no. They remained shit for another three years, and then they discovered acid house, and the rest…. Well, you know what happened next. But at that particular moment, it was perfect. Shut the loudmouth twat up, and hopefully made him feel a tad foolish in the process.

But what’s this got to do with MK Dons I almost hear you cry? Well more of that later.

It was with tremendous sadness that I heard of Krobbo’s sacking last Sunday afternoon (and let’s not play semantics here, he was sacked). I was genuinely moved. And those that know me will attest to how unusual that must’ve been. Certainly felt a bit strange from where I was sitting. Which was watching Rangers v Celtic. Also more of which later. But like I said, cynical old Gers, feeling something for someone else. Weird! Obviously his sacking wasn’t unexpected, but just filled me with a general feeling of sadness. I’ve had a bit of a turgid year, and this just seemed like yet another shit thing that 2016 insisted on throwing my way.

Over and above everything else that surrounded his departure, what’s actually at the heart of it is a nice guy has lost his job. I’ve had the pleasure of meeting him on numerous occasions, and it was always a pleasure. He was engaging, interested in what you were saying, always appeared to be listening to you, and most importantly went to great lengths to try and make you understand his point of view. Obviously he could occasionally be an idiot, like the time he tried to convince me that Neil Lennon was actually a human being, and not the hobbit sized creature that he actually is. But that apart, Krobbo’s a nice guy, who’s just lost his job.

The meeting that I remember with fondness is somewhat of a incongruous event. My wife and son insisted that I’d ‘really like’ Hairspray The Musical, which was playing at the theatre in central MK. They were obviously confusing my love of John Waters with my love of Tarantino, because the version I witnessed that evening bore little relation to the Iggy Pop, Debbie Harry indie movie I loved. I endured it, and breathed a sigh of relief when the final curtain came down. As we were walking out, a felt a tap on my shoulder. Turned around, and it was Krobbo.

“Alright mate, enjoy that?”.

“Err, yeah. I suppose. Didn’t have you down as a lover of musical theatre”

We had a chat as we walked out, he shook my son’s hand, had a chat with him. And off into the evening we went.

Now, he didn’t need to do that. And if I’m being honest I doubt he’d even remember it. But I do. And it’s a mark of the man that he did it. He was having an evening out with his family. As I was. But he did do it, and I’ll never forget it.

We, unlike Mr Brando, did have him as a guest on our radio show. We asked him one question, and 50mins later he’d answered. In actual fact it was difficult to get him to shut up. As mentioned elsewhere, we took the piss out if him in the fanzine. We took the piss out of him on the podcast. We took the piss out of him on-line. Basically we just took the piss. But he always seemed to take it in the spirit in which it was intended. Piss takingley.

As most of you that follow these blogs know, I no longer see fit to give my hard earned to the Winkleman estate. I’ve beaten around the bush concerning the reasons, but over the last few days I’ve come to realise that the main reason is the support. I’ve subconsciously come to the conclusion that I no longer want to be associated with the sort of people who’d hound someone out of their job for fun.

Now, you know there ain’t no devil, that’s just God when he’s drunk. But if there is a devil, I really hope that he’s reserved a circle of hell especially for certain members of an online MK forum. And within that circle, I really hope he’s reserved a special place for the poster who thought it was a laugh to conduct a campaign against Krobbo. Thinking it was a laugh to put online polls up asking if he should be sacked. Putting more polls up asking who should replace him. Before he’d even been sacked. But most of all just doing it because he thought it was funny. A bully is a bully. Whether he’s pushing you down some steps and nicking your dinner money. Or waging a comedy campaign against you online. And that’s the sort of person I’d rather not share air with.

But he wasn’t the only one. In-fact far from it. Obviously I wasn’t at the Southend game, but I did see a video of The Cowshed singing that Krobbo should go. And do you know what I wish Robbo had done as he walked off for the final time to a chorus of boos? Turned around and merely mouthed “underachievers”…

Gers.

Thanks For Everything Robbo!

Though I was hoping that he’d be given more time to turn the current run of results around, it wasn’t to be, and as of this afternoon, Robbo has left the club.  There’ll be lots of opportunities to look forward, and talk about what happens next, but for now I just want to take a few minutes to look back on the past six years or so.

When Robbo took over as boss, he was not the fans favourite for the job.  There were strong expectations that Winkie would be looking for another high profile appointment to follow Allen, Ince, DiMatteo and Ince.  On the day that the negotiations were taking place, I was asked for my opinion by someone within the club who was trying to sound out what the fans reaction was likely to be if he was appointed.  My response at the time was “if you’re looking for a safe pair of hands, then he’d be great, but if you’re looking for the dynamic guy who is going to get us promoted, then he’s not your man”.  Six and a half years on, I’m comfortable that he turned out to be both.

It’s been an amazing journey – it really has.  There’s so many fans at so many clubs that would have given their right arm to have had half of the experiences that we’ve had over the past six years, and it’s worth picking out a few highlights.  We’ve had playoffs followed by playoffs followed by nearly playoffs then 10th then automatic promotion then relegation.  The season we finished 10th was the closest we’ve ever come to the mid-table obscurity that is the bread and butter of the majority of football clubs.

We’ve had cup exploits that will live for many years in the hearts of everyone who was lucky enough to witness them.  I’ve watched live football for more than 40 years, and I’ve never experienced excitement to match the Heel of God.  Everything to do with that game, from the way Robbo approached the press activity in the run up to the match, to the respectful way that he dealt with the victory afterwards, it all showed the class of the man.

Walking in to the Man Utd match and seeing the stadium full will live with me forever, but what will last longer was the way that Robbo approached the game.  No respect was shown to one of football’s greats – instead we went out and played OUR football, and god we were magnificent.  That 4-0 is still talked about wherever I go in the world and the conversation turns to football, because the whole of the footballing world say what we could do that night.

And that wasn’t a one-off.  The football that we’ve played at times has been sublime, and I feel genuinely privileged to have watched it.  That’s been made particularly special where it’s played by players who have come through our academy, playing the style of football that Robbo insisted on.  Dele Alli gets most of the headlines, but there are many more who’ve come through the ranks, and will continue to make their mark on the game in the years to come.

It’s the off-pitch stuff that matters most to me though, because that provides the foundation that as a club, we’re still building, and the work that Robinson has done there cannot be overestimated.  When we have fans forums, he’s there, fielding questions from disgruntled fans, and providing honest responses.  He does not have to do that, and most managers, at most clubs, would not do it.  There are stories everywhere around the club about times when he’s gone over and above to help people, to work with charities and when he’s generally been a damn good guy.  He’s immersed himself into the life of our community and he’s going to be sorely missed.

There are still other moments that will live for me for years – I’ve talked at length before about the MKDSA 10th anniversary do – see here if you need reminding, but there’s another moment that I look back on with great fondness.  It was at a fans forum, in the run up to the Kingston match.  I couldn’t be there in person, and I was listening at home on the radio, and there was a point where Robbo said “the players and I understand that, however important this game is to us, it’s not about us, it’s about the fans.  We know how important this game is for you”.  I was jumping round my kitchen shouting “he gets it – he actually fucking gets it!” and he genuinely did.  He got it and he got us.

If it sounds like I’m trying to deify him, then rest assured that he’s driven me crazy at times.  We started the ‘Different Class’ fanzine (copies still available if we can remember whose garage they’re slowly rotting in) precisely because we were pissed off with his repeated use of that phrase to describe things that we felt were somewhat less so.  And he read it and laughed along anyway.  We took the piss out of him regularly on the radio show, and we came so close to getting him into the studio so we could do it live  on more than one occasion.  He got it.  And he got us.

And that’s where it leaves a sour taste in my mouth in terms of how it’s all come to an abrupt and unpleasant end.  I don’t think there is a person alive who understands what it’s been like to be a supporter of this club over the past 12 years or so better than Karl Robinson.  And I don’t believe there’s a person alive who’s put more into bringing us together as fans, and bringing the club and fanbase together as one.

For the record, I’d say that those of you who so publicly turned on Robbo have a lot to answer for.  Whether he was still the right guy to lead us on is neither here nor there, and you are of course entitled to your opinion on that, as with anything else.  What you’re not entitled to is to have those opinions respected, and you’re certainly not entitled to have them accepted without challenge.

If you think that the man who’s given everything he could give to this club for so long deserved to leave with boos ringing in his ears, then I’d suggest that you’re just plain wrong.  I’m ashamed of us as a club and a fanbase for that, and I hope you feel some shame yourselves.  Sadly, I expect that your deluded sense of entitlement will allow you to justify your actions, but please be aware that there’s a lot of people judging you for it right now.  He deserved better.  You tossers.

We’re so spoilt as a fanbase, and I hope we don’t find out too soon just how spoilt we’ve been.  Things certainly weren’t going right on the pitch, but that is no excuse for the way that we’ve allowed it to come to an end.  I’d like to think that Karl could have turned it round, but we’ll never know.  For those of you who are so desperate for us to be accepted as a ‘proper’ club, congratulations – we’ve just taken another massive step towards being just like everyone else.

Come On You Dons!

Brando.

Gers On Sunday, The Second Coming

All of the following statements are true…
  • Gers on Sunday
    Gers on Sunday

    Brexit is good for the exchange rate.

  • Trump will make an excellent leader of the free world.
  • Under Corbyn, Labour are an effective opposition.
  • Pete Winkleman has nothing but what’s good for Milton Keynes at his heart, despite what others may tell you.
  • Karl Robinson can see the way a games going, and adapt his style of play accordingly. If plan A isn’t cutting it, there’s always good old plan B, with his faux Cockney rapping.
  • Milton Keynes Dons supporters can spot irony a mile off.
Okay, I’m lying. Only two of the aforementioned statements are true. Trump will make a dandy President.  And parity with both the dollar and euro can only be a good thing.
Robbo hasn’t suddenly become a bad manager overnight. He didn’t get up the morning MK hosted Brighton, thinking “Oh shit! What am I gonna do? I’ve no idea how to set a team up”. Hardly. You don’t pick up the tag of being England’s brightest young manager because you’re crap at your job. This was the man whose name used to be attached to every managerial position going… Used to be! The last time his name was mentioned regarding another club was that bastion of stability, Leeds. And I wouldn’t wish Leeds on Neil Lennon. Well on him perhaps, but not on anyone else. Gordon Strachan! Forgot about him. Okay, Neil and his big mate, and wee ginger Gordon. But that’s it.
As most people who read these blogs know, I’ve jacked the old season ticket in. There were a fair few reasons why, and I’ve gone over them elsewhere, but suffice to say that I’ve not changed my mind. I’ve honestly not missed it. Not once. It doesn’t get to half one on a Saturday and suddenly I’m longing for the confines of The Cowshed bar. In actual fact far from it. But it has to be said that I’m highly enjoying the current meltdown online and elsewhere regarding the viability of the Krobmeister continuing as manager.
Hilarious as last weekend’s ‘Robbo Out’ budget sized banner was, it was also a disgrace. Looking at the age of the idiot proudly holding it aloft outside the ground, I’d venture to say that Krobbo has been at MK longer than he has. It’s a fact of modern-day football that when Vinegar leaves Arsenal, the age of management the like of that will have gone. Short term contracts will become the norm. And there’s a fair chance that old Krobbo will one day become England’s longest-serving manager. But only if morons like banner boy, and certain posters on MK’s second most popular online forum shut the fuck up.
It’s not the management that needs to change, it’s the fans. If only it was that easy. These are the beneficiaries of the most audacious move in modern football history, and all they can do is moan about it and wonder why everyone thinks they’re pricks!
I’ve made some incredible friends in the time I went to MK. Lifelong, close friends. But for every one of them, there’s a thousand absolute wankers, and these absolute wankers need to be careful what they wish for. Who do they think they’re going to get to replace him? Let me tell you, some lower league journeyman manager who’s been out of work since he was sacked two years ago.
Winkleman won’t spend any money bringing someone else in. He quite simply won’t. If he’s not willing to open the old purse for on fire Will Grigg, or tempting Revell to throw his lot in at the colon dome, then he’s hardly likely to tempt anyone of note to jump ship and move over to the dark side.
I’m taking little pleasure in the trials and tribulations of the team at the minute. I’ve only seen MK play twice so-far this season, and unfortunately they’ve been dreadful both times. Dreadful! Ponderous, lacking any attack, and as for the defensive display I witnessed at Northampton… Well least said the better. But it will come good. Form is temporary, class is permanent. And if there’s one thing Krobbo has in spades, it’s class. And here’s why he’s the best manager MK has ever had.
  • Wilson, sacked.
  • Allen, fucked off for something better at the first opportunity.
  • Ince, fucked off for something better at the first opportunity.
  • Di Matteo, fucked off for something better at the first opportunity.
  • Ince #2, left by ‘mutual consent’ after telling the support it wasn’t welcome unless it constantly massaged his ego.
  • Robbo, stayed loyal to MK, in spite of numerous approaches from other clubs. Gave England’s brave Alli his debut, and what a debut! Remember that goal? Gave the moaning faced twats currently calling for his head the moment of their footballing lives sometime in December 2012. Humiliated United. Yer’ actual Manchester United. Those last two alone should entitle him to stick around indefinitely. And let’s not forget the amazing scenes that Sunday when he took MK to The Championship.
So perhaps if you’re calling for his head at the moment, you might consider joining me every Saturday afternoon at 3, and make that time when you watch Sky’s big movie, or get some gardening done, or get that DIY you’ve been putting off started, because it’s pretty obvious to me that football really isn’t for you.
Gers

Making Your Mind Up – What Do You Really Want?

What do you want from your football club?  Serious question, and one that we all need to be asking ourselves right now, because a selection of our fanbase are currently in danger of forcing Winkie into a decision that we would come to regret in years to come.

There’s been a minority of fans calling for Robbo’s head for a while, and with each home game that doesn’t bring a win, that minority appears to be growing.   I think Winkie can comfortably ignore it for now, but it it continues to grow, then he may be forced to act.

If you’re currently one of the booing contingent, or if you’re considering joining them in their campaign to have Robbo removed, I’d ask you to consider a few things.

I’m not going to ask you to consider whether our situation is really that bad – you know that we’re three points off a playoff spot and three points off of a relegation space, and you know that we’ve won three of our last five matches in all competitions.

I’m not going to ask you to consider whether a change in manager is likely to bring about a positive change – you already know that the majority of managerial changes bring nothing more than a temporary uplift, and that the money it would cost to remove Robbo and bring in a new boss would make a significant dent in the funds available for the playing squad.

I’m not even going to ask you to consider whether a new manager would be able to do anything at all right now – you know the transfer window doesn’t open for a couple of months, and that the option to bring in loans is no longer available.

I’m going to ask you to consider these:

  • MK Dons 4:0 Man Utd
  • MK Dons 2:1 The Kingston Lot
  • Dele Alli, Brendan Galloway and Sheyi Ojo
  • Promotion to the championship in 2014/15
  • The footballing ethos that he’s embedded at every level of the club
  • The loyalty that Robbo has shown to the club when other clubs have come in for him
  • Attendance at fans forums
  • Attendance at SA 10th Anniversary Party

Whatever you might think of the way we’re playing, our current league position, or our lack of wins at home since March, Robbo gets us.  He understands the club, he understands the fanbase and he loves it here.

The last one in the list is the most telling one for me – at the SA 10th anniversary party, Robbo, Winkie, Andrew Cullen, Lewie and a few others came along.  As you might expect, Winkie, Andrew Cullen, Lewie and the others stayed a respectful amount of time then made their excuses and left.  Robbo was different.  He bought his family, they stayed right to the end of the night, and at the end of the evening, he went round the room shaking hands with everyone and saying goodnight.  That’s bloody amazing.  That’s commitment.  That’s genuinely unique.  Whatever is happening right now, I genuinely do not believe that there is another manager in the country who would do that.

Whoever we would get in would not get us in the way that he does, and that means something to me.  I hope it means something to you, and that you get behind him and the team and see us through this difficult patch.

Brando.

So Long and Thanks For All The Fish – For Now at Least

After three seasons of shows, guests aplenty and more fun than we have any right to have shared, it’s with a mix of sadness and relief that I have to announce that The MooCamp Radio Show has come to an end.

There are a number of reasons for it, but the main factors are a mix of the radio station itself no-longer being able to support a live show in the evening, and us feeling that the show at this stage had pretty much run its course, so it didn’t feel appropriate to start touting it round the radio stations of Milton Keynes.  And I guess the fact that the one station that we did approach didn’t get back to us helped make that decision too 😉

Anyway, from all of us here, I just wanted to say a huge thanks to everyone who listened, who got involved, who texted, tweeted, sent in ideas or who took the time to abuse us either as a group or individually.  It’s been great fun

Thank you.

Gers on Sunday – Now’s the time to say goodbye?

It’s Goodnight From Me, And It’s Goodnight From Him
In the week that plucky underdogs Leicester romped to their first ever Premiere League championship, we basically imploded in spectacular fashion, and I’m not just talking about on the pitch.
Gers on Sunday
Gers on Sunday

There’s little point in pouring over the faults once again. To be quite frank I’m sick and tired of the whole thing. And now it would appear that Winkelman and Robinson have fallen out. I don’t really care who’s to blame. Both, one, none of them! Who cares! We’re done, and going down. The only pertinent thing that I’ve read over the last couple of weeks came from Winkelman. He, and excuse me if I paraphrase here, gave an interview to the local press, where the stand out phrase went along the lines that he was sick and tired of seeing players walking around the stadium, drawing a wage, while not playing. Who’s to blame for that? Robbo for once again bringing in a marquee name in Upson, only to find out that he’s past his sell by date? The non-existent scouting system, putting duds forward for the club to sign? The council for pissing around with Woughton, thus our injury list lengthens week after week? The training itself? The coaching staff? I’ve no idea. And to be quite frank, I don’t give a shit. And here’s why.

Anyone who’s read this blog over the last few weeks will be well aware that I’ve followed this club for 11yrs, and more. Home and away. I was one of the hundred or so idiots who went to Cardiff on a Tuesday night for a League Cup second round tie. I could bore you senseless recounting all the other pathetic stuff I’ve done in my support for the club, but as above, I just can’t really be arsed any longer.
In the aforementioned 11yrs, I’ve only left a game early 5 times. And all this season you’ll note. Coincidence? I think not.
  • Getafe: It was boring
  • QPR away: It was a shit game, and we wanted to miss the crowd in order to catch the train home.
  • Burnley: I was ill
  • Brentford: We were shit, and there was a better game on the telly
  • Ipswich: I was threatened with violence from a fellow supporter for not towing the happy-clapper line
Ruby the Don DogYep’, you’ve read that right. Apparently spending somewhere around the £100 mark on a day out, doesn’t give you the right to have a laugh with your mates, and basically take the piss out of what looked like 11 strangers who all turned up wearing the same coloured jerseys, and thus Robbo threw them on the pitch and hoped for the best (It didn’t work by the way) and generally having a good day. Up until halftime at any rate.
I’m a firm believer in free speech. Always have been, always will be. I may not agree with what you say, but I fully uphold your right to say it. Even if it makes you look like a right wanker. In actual fact, more so if you’ll end up looking like a wanker. What I won’t do however is fight for that right. I’m not much cop at punching other people’s dads, and violence, in my opinion, gets you nowhere, except locked up. Trust me on this. I’m originally from the west coast of Scotland, I know.
There have been a fair few ‘incidents’ this season. No need to rake over them again here. But to focus on one in particular, with a certain resonance to what happened last Saturday, I give you, QPR away.
Everyone had their own take on what happened that afternoon. But most of you are wrong. Here’s what actually happened. Some morons took exception to a gang of adolescent males having a day out down that London, singing some stupid songs, and generally having a good time, while drunk, and thought throwing a few punches around was a good idea. It wasn’t. Someone I know personally ended up being banned for a short while. He’d done nothing but have the temerity to be stood in the wrong place at the wrong time. He was innocent. And by the conventions of modern law, you’re supposed to remain innocent until proven guilty. Well not at MK it soon transpired.
Jeans Lewington
Jeans Lewington

Him, and others, were soon convicted by the kangaroo court of social media. They were young. They were wearing clobber that was widely associated with an unsavoury element. They were drunk. But most importantly of all, they weren’t like us. So they must be guilty. The backlash was pathetic. Almost to a man, and it’s almost exclusively males who post on footy related forums, they had already made their minds up. Guilty as charged. Take them down. Ban ’em, and throw the book at ’em. The club chipped in with a nice wee ‘warning’ that certain fans were being watched. And recently the widely ineffective supporters association posted their own Johnny-come-lately, lapdog response.

This is what you’re up against. I’ve actually come across an MK supporter who, this season, went on one of the fans forums and said that he’d rather we played our usual ‘play it out from the back’ style of footy and lose, that adapt to the style The Championship requires and win. I shit you not. He’d rather we played and lost, than won. What chance do you stand against that?
One of the main attractions of following this club for me is down to the fact that it’s not like other clubs. It’s a bit of a joke really. But I don’t mind. We’re a massive windup in the face of traditional footy. But when fellow supporters tap one of your friends on the shoulder and tell him basically to wind his neck in, or else, well that’s it for me.
A deserted stadium today (and every day)
A deserted stadium today (and every day)

That’s why I walked out of Portman Road at halftime, and got a train back home. Sorry to those on the mini-bus that I came with for any worry and distress I caused, but I’m so angry at what happened that I gave my season ticket to someone else for Saturday’s game against Forest, and decided to spend the afternoon in the garden, which now looks lovely. I didn’t listen to the game on the wireless, and I’ve no interest in the result. I’m assuming we got a right kicking.

I’m not going to throw my season ticket back at the club like some of my friends have in past seasons, and wage a campaign stating that it was all a property deal, because basically right at this moment I couldn’t give a shit. It’s obviously tied up in a property development scheme. Big deal. Who cares? At least The Guardian have stopped referring to Winkleman as an ex-music mogul, and only this week called him a property developer. So if the shoe fits…
I wasn’t at The Winterland Ballroom in January ’78, so I didn’t hear John Lydon asking the crowd if they ever had the feeling that they’d been cheated. But after last weekend I didn’t need to be.

Brando’s Blog – End of Season Review – 2015/16

Well that wraps it up for 2015/16 then.  Quite a season really.

It was a season that started with a degree of hope, a sense of belief, built on last season’s general wonderfulness, and a feeling that, unless something truly awful happened, we would probably be alright.  It all started so well too – that beautiful sunny day in Rotherham where we got our first taste of Championship football, and it tasted good.  I can remember chatting to people on that day and saying “this league isn’t so tough then is it?”.

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It’s All Gone A Little Wrong This Season

We were top of the league too!  I think the stats for the season show that we were top of the league for longer than everyone else in the Championship except some of the others.  Can you tell that I can’t remember where I saw the stat?

Anyway, a good start swiftly gave way to a pretty poor season.  We tried to play our passing game, building from the back, and keeping possession, and we kept on getting caught out.  Some teams were pressing us hard and we were making mistakes, while others just sat back, let us have the possession and waited for us to balls it up.  We rarely disappointed.  The swagger of last season had gone, and much as we persisted, it just seemed to be a little out of reach.

There were many reasons for our struggles, and they’ll be argued over for many seasons to come, but there are a few areas where I think we got it wrong.

First of all, Robbo said at the start of the season that he would be putting his faith in the team that got us promoted.  That sounded like a brave move at the time, but it also felt like the right one – we had a team of players who knew how to play with an for each other, and that should be a real head start for us.  Clearly, it was the wrong decision, but just how wrong it was wasn’t really clear at the start.  First of all, we didn’t have the entire team that got us promoted, and any suggestion that we would be able to compete at a higher level without adequate replacements for Dele, Benik and Will was probably naive to say the least.  We did bring in replacements in those areas, but it would be an understatement to say that they didn’t fill the shoes of any of the players that we’d lost.  We also discovered as the season went on, that a significant number of the players that we did have from last season just weren’t good enough for the Championship.  That’s the overriding reason for me that we’ve been relegated, and it’s the most obvious I guess – our players weren’t good enough for this league.

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The MooCamp Earlier Today

Secondly, we tried to play the same game that had been so successful for us in League 1, and kept trying long after it was clear that it wasn’t working in the Championship.  Pretty much every team seemed to know how to play us, and were able to stop us playing our game, at least in any areas of the pitch where it mattered.  Our possession statistics were the best in the league for considerable periods of the season, yet our league position, our shots and our goals scored were the exact opposite.  I felt until way past christmas that it would still come right for us, and that we were right to keep playing that way.  I also felt, probably rightly, that we weren’t set up to play any other way.  I was wrong, as we eventually proved, much too late, that we could dig in and grind out points away at places like Hull.  An earlier change to our style of play, and I think that we’d still be playing Championship football come August.

Thirdly, we weren’t strong enough, both physically and mentally, either as individuals or as a team.  We didn’t have the stamina to hold on to games we were winning or drawing in, and gave away large numbers of points in the dying stages of games.  Our confidence went early on, and it hasn’t returned.  We didn’t fight hard enough to keep possession when challenged, and we didn’t fight hard enough to get it back when we lost it – there was a noticeable difference between the ruthless efficiency that we saw from the majority of our opponents and our own ‘nice’ approach.  Just the games that we threw away in the last few minutes would have been enough to keep us up.

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That’s Our Season Down The Pan

Fourthly, we seem to have completely underestimated pretty much every element of what was required to compete in the Championship.  At a fans forum towards the end of last season, Robbo claimed that he “didn’t need a top half championship budget to compete in the top half of the championship”.  According to a table that was published fairly early on in the season, we had the lowest budget in the championship, and Rotherham just one place above us had a budget that was double ours.  At the same event, Robbo also said that if we went up, we “would have the pick of the loan players from top premiership sides”.  That clearly failed to materialise, perhaps due to the higher financial expectations for loans at this level meaning that we couldn’t actually afford them, and also perhaps due to clubs not wanting to send their players out to a side that was losing all the time.  It’s possible to argue that this means that we were doomed from the very beginning, but it’s not easy to understand how Winkie got this one so wrong.

As well as the challenges for the players and the management, it’s also been a season-long learning experience for the fans.   We’ve had to get used to losing more than we’re winning, which has been a rather useful reminder of just how successful the club has been in recent years.  Since the relegation under Danny Wilson back in 2006, we’ve not had a season where losing was the norm, and a lot of our fanbase weren’t around back then.  We’ve also had more ‘issues’ amongst the fans at away matches than in previous seasons, combined with stricter stewarding and policing, which is something that we need to get better at controlling ourselves.

Season Highs

  • Rotherham away on the opening day
  • Being top of the Championship for a week back in August
  • Frustrating the hell out of Hull
  • Filling the stadium against Chelsea
  • Wednesday away – my favourite away of the season
  • The walkers and kayakers to Fulham
  • Daniel’s equaliser at Bristol City
  • Dele becoming the darling of English football
  • Players, manager and fans applauding each other after relegation was actually confirmed against Brentford
  • The lap of appreciation after the Forest game
  • Robbo confirming that he’s staying

Season Lows

  • Relegation being all but confirmed against Rotherham
  • Robbo getting booed at the end of the Rotherham game
  • Antony Kay’s goal at Leeds
  • Making Bolton look like Barcelona at their place
  • No Tony Stratford at the end of season awards
  • Gifting Huddersfield three points at their place
  • The MooCamp Radio Show misplacing it’s radio station
  • Getting hammered at home by the Saints
  • Burnley showing the real gulf between us and them
  • Hearing Chelsea Dagger on the radio at some point in April and thinking ‘I haven’t heard this for ages’ then realising what that meant
  • Lack of progress on the training ground.
Florian Sturm
The Annual Out of Context Sturminator Pic

There’s a nervousness as we start to look forward to life back in League 1.  We ought to be able to compete in the top-half, but we’ve not won a game in two months, and it will take something quite significant to turn that losing mentality around.  The last time we got relegated, we reached the playoffs in the next season, but that took Martin Allen to shake the club up and turn things around.  It remains to be seen whether Robbo has what it takes to turn us around, and whether Winkie is able to provide the support that he needs.  Expectations will be high – I’d be happy with a side that’s pushing for the playoffs next season, but I have a feeling that won’t be enough for many.  If we did manage to find our way back into the championship, then whether we’d be able to find a way to compete I really have no idea.  That will be a nice problem to have I guess.

Bring on the Euros, bring on the pre-season friendlies, and bring on the 2016/17 season I guess.

COYD.

Brando.

Gers on Sunday – Down Down, Deeper And Down – 01/05/2016

Gers on Sunday
Gers on Sunday

I want all the world to see

To see you’re laughing
And you’re laughing at me
I can take it all from you
Again again again again again again again…
And indeed the wider world of footy certainly laughed long and hard last Saturday afternoon. We’re down, as old Francis has been telling us since, well since this time last year really.
It was a terrible game against Brentford. Truly dreadful. No atmosphere to speak of. The footy on offer, well from us any-road, was uninspiring, dull and just plain rubbish. I could visibly see Potter’s shoulders sink when they equalised. You could’ve picked faults with any one of them. But that would be childish, however… Cropper mate! Ever thought that perhaps football might not be your game? His performance in the first half was our whole season in microcosm. Dithering about, unable to make a decision, and just no idea what he should be doing.
I was one of the ones who thought we’d do okay in The Championship. I genuinely thought that we’d finish lower mid-table. I was of the opinion that we’d draw more than we’d win, and sink into mid-table obscurity. If only! We were told that if we managed to finish one place above the relegation zone, then it would’ve been a good season, and we would’ve succeeded. We didn’t. So therefore we failed.
albiestrainYou could point to any number of things that went wrong. The two Spanish lads. The early season striker debacle. Maynard fannying about before signing. The away game against Brentford. Samir pissing in a glass. Kay’s own goal at Dirty Leeds, Dale Jennings’ ever expanding waist line, conceding late equalisers, J.E.T. – the list goes on and on. But hindsight gives you 20/20 vision. The real reason we’ve gone down is simply down to the fact that we weren’t good enough. We were constantly out thought, out played, and both our tactics and players were found wanting.
But as you’re just about to find out, things could be worse. Much worse.
The season panned out in direct inversion to my personal life. I, unfortunately, was ill for most of it. Started feeling unwell on the day of the FA Cup final. Didn’t think much about it. A summer cold probably, and the season kicked off. We smashed Rotherham. I was no better. We went away to Reading, on what was one of the most beautiful summer days for many a year. We had a nil/nil draw. Not a bad result in retrospect. I was beginning to feel dreadful. Really dreadful. We started to lose more than we drew or won. I was by this time feeling really shit. Christmas was on the horizon. Off to Notts Forest on a pub stop mini-bus. Wonderful day. I had my first ever G&T, and met the singer out of The Mekons. We lost. Two days before that I was told that I would have to have part of my foot amputated. To be honest I’ve had better days. New year rocked up. Now the team were right up shit street. We lost at Birmingham. Me on the other hand. Well I knew what was wrong with me, but this is when I started to feel really, really bad. Burnley arrived, and kicked the living shit out of us. I’ve never felt so bad in my entire life. I was quite literally shaking, and couldn’t stop. I had to leave with more than 20mins to go. Which in the circumstances was a blessing in disguise, bearing in mind the result.
moocamp-at-the-noucampMarch, and into hospital I went. Operation went smooth as a nut. I came out, and instantly I started to feel better. The team on the other hand started to feel really bad. The first game I went to when I could get about on crutches, was the one where Baker missed a last gasp penalty. And well, you know the rest. So as I got better, the team got shitter.
Blame me if you want. I’ll accept full responsibility. I was really looking forward to this season. But as you can see from what happened to me, it’s not been great. And now we’re down. But you’ll be happy to know that I’m feeling chipper. You’ll be reading this on Sunday, but it’s written well before that. So as it stands, I’ve just taken out another mortgage to fund a ticket for Ipswich. A game I’m really looking forward to. Me and a gang of friends are heading off in yet another mini-bus trip. I can’t wait, and many more G&T’s await.
So there you have it. We’re down, but certainly not out. Ipswich is a nothing game. We’ve been relegated. So what. We tried, we failed. Big deal. After the season that I’ve just had, I’m more than happy to still have most of my foot.
So believe me when I tell you this. It’s an old cliche, but there are certainly far more important things in this life than your football team getting relegated.
Gers