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.
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.
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.
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.
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?”.
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.
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
It’s Family Fun day tomorrow at Stadium Colon MK, and you have the opportunity to stand in the presence of greatness. Our very own Bootsie and Radar – the two mad Dons fans who will be kayaking to the Fulham game to raise vital funds for Willen Hospice – will be there, in the flesh, looking remarkably sexy.
You can see more about the wonderfully stupid task they’re undertaking on their Facebook page, but more importantly, you can give them just a little of your cash too, either directly on their fundraising page or you can come have a go at the Tombola tomorrow. There are over 100 Tombola prizes or you can buy a raffle ticket to win an amazing Easter cake made by Megan Knight. Also all kids and adults are able to sit in the kayaks and see what the boys will be sitting in for 10/12 hours a day
The visit of Chelsea this afternoon means that our stadium will be full for a football match for the first time since that glorious night 16 months ago against Manchester United. On that occasion, a plucky team who were hoping to push for promotion from League 1 showed the world that on our day, we were capable of taking on and beating one of the greatest club sides in the world.
When I look back on that night, it’s with feelings of immense pride. Walking into the stadium and seeing it full, actually ‘feeling’ it full, was truly wonderful to experience. It showed just how far we’ve come over the past 12 years and I feel great pride at everything that we’ve achieved together during that time.
What made me most proud on that night however, was the way that we played our football. We didn’t sit back and defend, hoping to snatch a goal on the break. We didn’t change our game in any way to counter the vast differences between the resources at the two clubs disposal. Instead, we played our game and we played it our way. We passed the ball as if we were playing another League 1 side, not Manchester United, and we kept doing that for 95 minutes. That took great courage for the players to play that way, and genuinely immense courage for Robbo to send them out to do that.
Looking back on the changes to our squad since that game, we have to accept that you can’t lose players like Dele, Will and Benik without leaving massive gaps, and so far, we’ve struggled to fill those gaps. This season we’re not a club hoping for promotion from league 1, we’re a club hoping to avoid relegation from the championship. When you factor in just how tough this season has been, the task today begins to look impossible. Looking at the vast differences between the resources at Chelsea’s disposal and ours, there should be no possibility that we could ever be a threat to them.
That could bring extreme pressure onto the team, but as fans, we need to do the opposite. We need to take the pressure off of the players, and take the pressure off of Robbo. They and he need to know that it is ok to go out and play our football, our way, win, lose or draw. They need to know that whatever happens on that pitch, they will be cheered, clapped and encouraged along, every step of the way.
The eyes of the footballing world will be on us this afternoon, some hoping that we’ll be able to repeat the Man Utd result and cause a cup shock, and some because for whatever reason, they’ll be hoping to see us lose. What’s undoubtedly true is that the former will massively outnumber the latter – we’ve won a lot of friends for the way we try to play and the players that we’ve brought through.
If you’re leading the singing today, keep it simple, keep it slow, and keep it going. Give people the opportunity and the time to join in, and they will. If you’re joining in, then stick your chest out with pride and sing louder than you’ve ever sung before. If you find yourself wishing that you had the courage to sing, then be bold and sing anyway – make some noise and make sure that the people around you know that they won’t be on their own if they sing.
Games like this genuinely do not come around very often – make sure that whatever the score, win, lose or draw, you enjoy every minute.
When we talk of famous matches in our history, we talk of ‘that’ Tranmere match, securing promotion at Stockport and winning the league at Bradford. We talk of winning the JPT at Wembley, drawing at Wycombe with nine men, beating Leeds at home and we talk of the first Kingston match and the Heel of God.
Those matches have etched a place into our collective memories, and Sunday 3rd May 2015 will be a day that will live long in the memories that we are building together. Whatever happens at Stadium:MK and whatever happens in Colchester, we will talk of this match to each other, and to our friends and families for years to come.
If things go our way, then at the final whistle, we will have secured a place in the championship for next season. If things go differently, then we will be moving in to the playoffs in incredible form, and we’ll have done it by playing some of the greatest football that we’ve ever played.
If you’d told me back in August that I’d be looking back on a season where we beat the Kingston lot again, but that it would be nothing more than an afterthought, I’d have doubted your sanity. But that’s exactly what happened – this has been an incredible season.
The feeling of walking into our sold out stadium for the first time was remarkable. Seeing us use that opportunity to destroy Manchester United, and seeing us doing that playing OUR game, in front of the watching world was beautiful. Seeing the entire stadium celebrating each goal with us was sublime.
We’ve scored goals galore this season, and we’ve defended strongly, breaking records at both ends of the pitch. The points tally we’ve accrued going into the last match would have been enough for us to have already gained automatic promotion in the majority of recent seasons.
What’s most significant for me this season isn’t the numbers, however impressive they may be – for me what’s most impressive is the way that we’ve done it. I am genuinely honoured to have watched some of the football that we’ve played this season. There have been many occasions where I’ve struggled to believe that we’re a third division side – it has been beautiful, and I’ll remember it forever.
From the moment we arrive at Stadium:MK tomorrow, we have a job to do as supporters. We need to sing loud and proud from before kickoff right through to the final whistle, whatever happens in Colchester. Wherever you sit in the stadium, make sure that anyone near you who wants to sing will not be singing alone – lead the way and make some noise.
If things go our way, then we’ll party till Tuesday morning :-). If things don’t go our way, then que sera sera – we need to start our playoff campaign from the final whistle. Let the team and Robbo know how great this season has been and let them know that we are behind them.
Whatever happens – let’s puff those chests out, be proud of everything we’ve created, and the history that we’re making.
There aren’t many days of the year that can be set aside for simple celebration. Even Christmas Day is becoming just like any other day for many people, but that’s not the case with Heel of God Day. Heel of God Day is the one day when all followers of the true faith (we worship you oh Franchise) can sit back and smile from the moment they wake to the second their head hits the pillow at night.
On Heel of God Day, we put aside our differences as fans, and together we remember the events surrounding that day. We remember the shameful bias against us in the media build up. We remember the dignified manner in which our club, our Supporters Association and our fans behaved during the build up to the match. We remember the silence from the media once the final whistle blew and they hadn’t got the result they wanted.
We remember the pride we had in our own fans behaviour on that day, and we remember the shameful behaviour of some of the fans from Kingston on that day. We remember the spitting, we remember the vandalism and we remember them crapping on the floor.
We remember the desperate attempts from Kingston as they sought to bribe their own fans not to attend the match. We remember them offering to buy tickets back from fans in a vain attempt to stop them attending. We remember the worst boycott in history as they brought many times their usual away following to us – the club they’d encouraged so many to boycott both before and since.
We remember their pleading with people at the concessions not to buy. We remember the vast sums taken in our concessions from the ‘fans’ who’d told the world that they weren’t going to spend any money once they got here. We remember Beavis (or was it Butthead?) appearing in every media outlet clutching the program that none of them were going to buy.
We remember the little plane with it’s rather quaint little banner that they’d spent so much cash on. We remember that even their own fans were ignoring it after the second journey overhead.
We remember Potter to Lewie to Williams to Gleeson, and the screamer from Gleeson that put us ahead. We remember Dave Martin keeping us in it at 1:1 in the 89th minute. We remember Semi running to the corner flag and winning the corner. We remember Bowditch taking the corner, it coming back out to Ismail and then Ismail putting the ball back int0 the box.
But most of all, we remember The Heel of God. We remember the elation we felt when fate looked down on us at that moment and smiled – when Jon “Heel of God” Otsemobor stuck a heel out and flicked the ball over the outstretched Sullivan and our fans erupted.
It’s been a tough season so far and it’s safe to say that we’re not sitting where we want to be. Twelve months ago, with the massed ranks of the media and the wider football world stacked against us, we rallied together to show the world that we love our club. There are times when we need to put our frustrations behind us, when we need to commit to getting behind the team and the manager, no matter what happens on the pitch. This is one of those times. Today, we have a job to do.
We have 7,000 away fans joining us today, from a team who have more serious problems. A team who currently face a very uncertain future. Those 7,000 fans are here to show the wider footballing world that they love their team; looking to show that while most of them may not be attending matches at Sixfields, they are still there behind their team.
At times, we may find it difficult to make ourselves heard today, but we must make ourself heard. The players and the manager need our vocal support. They need to know that we are willing them to succeed, not waiting to pounce if they struggle. They need to hear our voices in amongst the massed away support, and know that they are our team and that we love them. We know that as fans, we can lift the team on the pitch, and today we must do that by making ourselves heard for 90 minutes.
Today is a day for us to join together as one. Fans, players, staff, pigeons, ball boys, programme sellers and anyone else in the vicinity of Stadium:MK. We must be seen and we must be heard. If you have friends or family who are not planning to attend the game, then bring them along. Buy them a ticket if you must (it’s nearly Christmas after all) but do anything you can to increase our numbers.
Whatever frustrations you might feel about the current squad, individual players, the manager, the chairman or anything else, I urge you to leave that behind you today. Leave it at home, until the odds aren’t stacked so heavily against us. Take every opportunity today to clap, sing, shout and cheer for the Dons. Let them know that we’re behind them. Let them know that we are proud to be – The Milton Keynes Dons. The Franchise. The Dons.