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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.

Gers on Sunday – Yo Me Enfrio O Lo Soplo – 10/04/2016

If, like me, you are a keen observer of football related social media, and associated chat rooms, forums, etc, etc, you have may have stumbled upon the phenomena of the football manager. Specifically the phenomena that goes along lines such as ‘He’s shit, he’s taken us as far as he can, and it’s time that he went’. Countered by ‘He needs more time. It’s the board’s fault for not giving him enough money’.

So far this season, 48 managers in the top four English leagues have been sacked. So far that is. By the time you’ve read this who’s to say another couple won’t have been given the dreaded ‘vote of confidence’! It breaks down thus…
  • Premiership, 7
  • Championship, 15
  • League One, 14
  • League Two, 12
So there you go. Fancy it? Yes! Why on earth would you? Obviously there’s no longtime job security. If your team wins, then the players get all the plaudits. If you lose, then you’re a shit manager, and it’s all your fault. The referee makes a poor decision that either costs you the game, or at the least a legitimate goal, you complain, the FA fines you. You’re taking your kids out for an early morning walk the day after a game where you’ve lost, and supporters shout at you, telling you that you’re still shit. In front of your children! Takes a special kind of moron to go down that route. Tip, don’t take your child out for an early Sunday morning walk around Willen Lake unless you’ve beaten Man United 4-0.
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Yes you!

So there you go. We’re almost nailed on for the drop. We threw a lead away last Tuesday to a very poor Wolves, and I’m assuming that we lost to snarky Warnock and his band of New York Dolls. (These are written before the weekend you see, so not being Mystic Meg, I’ve no idea how we got on). It’s not been the greatest season I’ve seen in my 11 years of following this club. It’s not been the worst, that crown rests on the head of the one when Danny Wilson took us down. Ironically at Rotherham. But as I’ve said elsewhere. When the most exciting thing that’s happened this season is that I’ve had a part of my foot amputated, that’s says a lot about the sub-standard fare on offer pitch wise.

Robinson is an easy target. Someone sat in front of me last Tuesday berated him from start to finish. At one point, when when Robbo, Barker and Keet were stood in a huddle discussing possible tactics, this fella’ stood up and opined… “Yeah, that’s right. Stand there having a chat. Sort it out Robbo”. So you can’t do right for doing wrong. I doubt he really thought that they were chatting, but the perceived lack of any tactical change from the bench had this guy incandescent. But he’s a loud-mouthed idiot. Therefore his opinions are worthless.
Robbo said this week that we may have been promoted too soon, that the ref’ robbed us at Fulham, that the players always give 100%, etc’. It’s all bollocks. Manager speak. I’m sure they get taught it when they’re doing their pro-course. He’s the third longest serving football league manager. So, he’s either doing something right, or as some would have you believe, Winkie is so tight-fisted that he won’t sack him. There are some that have already said that if he’d been at any other club except MK, he’d have been sacked by now. But we’re MK Dons, the real Dons I like to think, and down these here parts, we do things differently. Or so I liked to think until browsing the interweb this very here morning. So he must have some redeeming qualities, other than waving to The Cowshed, and telling us that we were magnificent.
Therefore, let’s cast an eye over the top three longest serving managers, and dissect their qualities…
  • Arsene Wenger, Arsenal – 19yrs. Pragmatic. Won’t change his tactics. Financially astute. They always make a profit, and always finish 4th. Ensuring Champions League, and the riches it brings.
  • Paul Tisdale, Exeter City – 9yrs. Almost 10. Extremely well dressed. Happy to remain a football league team. A year or two in L1 twice a decade considered a massive success.
  • Karl ‘Krobbo’ Robinson, MK Dons – 5yrs. Coming up on 6. Big fan of squad rotation and wingers. Once widely though of as the best young English manager. Always linked with whatever vacancy arrived. Not so much now. May have been ‘found out’ at this level. Fat.
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If you’re expecting an answer, then you’ll be disappointed. Calling for his head, and for the board to go is just simple minded, reactionary rubbish. Who do you think will take over? Is there some oligarch waiting in the wings that we don’t know about? Is Harry Potter waving his magic wand outside Primark even as I type?

We, as a fan base would do well to think about just how far this club has developed  since its inception. We’ve come an astonishing way since moving here. Look at Villa. 142 years old. Heading for the drop. The support up in arms. Absentee owner. But it could be worse. Newcastle and the entertaining pantomime that’s become.
So think on, and be careful what you wish for. After all. Who wants to be owned by someone who employs staff on zero hours contracts? Fills their shops with mass produced tat, made in sweatshops for a fraction of the cost it retails at! Or host closing down sale, when the outlet is actually moving nextdoor?
So perhaps an appallingly barneted ex-music biz’ owner, and a slightly overweight Scouser don’t seen so bad after all.
Oh, and the answer to the question posed in the title, he should stay.
Gers.

Match Report – Dons 0:4 Rotherham – 09/04/2016

So that’s it then.  We’d always said that if we stayed up by a single goal on the last day of the season, then this would have been a great season.  While it’s still mathematically possible for that to happen, it’s not going to happen.  We’re relegated.  So it hasn’t been a great season.

It wasn’t a good match – we were one down in 54 seconds, and the game was effectively over at that point.  With the possible exception of a couple of efforts from JFK towards the end of the game, we didn’t threaten, and never really looked like scoring.  Rotherham are not a great side, but Colin has managed to get them playing together and for each other.  Their fans were behind them from the very first and they were in this together – players and fans.  I doubt they were like that prior to Colin’s arrival and them going on their run, but that’s what happens when you string a run of results together.  What we watched today was what happens when things go in the opposite direction.

I’m going to buck the trend here and say that I don’t think it was down to a lack of effort.  Those players were trying their best, and as each goal went in, you could see that it was hurting them.  They’re not the best of players, but they’re generally good players, though they’ve perhaps been shown up a little at this level.  What seemed to be missing today was any sense of team, and any real idea of what they should be doing or how they should play together.  It was a group of individuals, desperate to do something to make it better, but with no idea what they should actually do.  That has to be down to the manager.

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Some players earlier today

Robbo would not have survived so long in most clubs.  The fact that 89 other clubs in English football have changed their manager since he was appointed is testament to that.  Maybe if we’d sacked him earlier in the season we’d still be in the championship next season.  Bristol City and Rotherham have done alright with that approach.  Doesn’t work for everyone of course – just look at where Forest are right now.

But we’re not most clubs.  We do things differently.  I think Robbo has a lot to learn in management, and I think that he will learn a lot in management.  The thing is, I want him to learn those lessons with us.  We got promoted together, team, manager and fans, and I want us to get relegated together, team, manager and fans.  I want us to rebuild together, I want us to go again together and I want us to work our way to promotion together too, however long that might take.  I’m nailing my colours to the mast a little here perhaps, but I want us to do this differently.

I’ve often found things to criticise in elements of our fanbase.  There have been a number of situations this season where I’ve found some of our fans’ behaviour more than a little cringeworthy.  This afternoon, for the first time, I was genuinely ashamed.  Not many people had stayed to clap the team off, but come the moment where Robbo himself claps the fans who have stayed, some fans chose that moment to boo.  Boo at half time if you must, boo at the end of the game if you really feel the need – if you’re that way inclined, then boo during the game.  But to stay behind, when most have already left, and to choose to boo at that precise moment, when the only message it can possibly give is a very public ‘fuck you’ to our manager, I genuinely cannot understand what could drive someone to do that.

And Franco even made it to the match!
And Franco even made it to the match!

That moment, those few seconds that happen a few minutes after the end of each match, is a bonding moment.  It’s the point at which the fans say to Robbo ‘we’re with you’ and at which he says ‘thanks for being with me’.  It’s a genuinely significant moment for me.  It means something.  If you’re not with him, then feel free to make your point in any other way, but that was a truly appalling thing to do.  You could see how hurt he was at the time, and you could hear how hurt he was on the radio afterwards.  He does not and he did not deserve that.  If you were one of the people that did that, then I wish genuinely horrible things on you.  If you’re close to Robbo, then please let him know how sorry I am that he had to experience that, give him a hug and make sure he knows he’s got support.

The hounds are already out in force all over the web, calling for Robbo’s head, and suggesting that just about anyone would be an improvement.  With any luck, things will settle down a little before anyone makes any decisions about what happens next.

The social media world is currently full of people saying that they won’t be renewing their season tickets.  If that’s you, then I’d suggest that football, or at least lower-league football isn’t for you.  Thanks for the money while you were coming to games, but I don’t think you’ll be missed.  That’s not what this football thing is about.

I’m feeling very low tonight.  It’s just a game of course, except it’s not and we all know it’s not.  But we’ll be back, and I’ll be back, and together, we’ll have great times.  League 1 was always great fun, and we’ll have great fun there again.

COYD.

Match Report – Dons 1:2 Wolves – 05/04/2016

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Your Franchise Needs You

So what can you say about that then?

First of all, it’s settled in relation to Dougan or the Shirt.  Dougan wins – on that showing, there really isn’t anything to hate about Wolves, so my childhood traumas can be put to one side, and I can get on with just ignoring them 🙂  Though I do want to read the book again – does anyone have a copy?

It started well – a Wolves own-goal (though claimed by Mickey Naynard of course) in the fifth minute and we were looking pretty good.  Passing the ball around with a bit of confidence and swagger – Caruthers looking sharp and doing relatively simple stuff well, JFK looking fit again.  Daniel looking like Daniel does when he starts, which isn’t generally that good, but you can’t have everything I guess.

The first half was pretty good, and results elsewhere were going for us, so it was a relatively relaxed group of us that met in the bar at half-time, even if we weren’t feeling over confident that we would hold on.

The second half went how we’d feared – we started sitting back, the confidence went, the passes started to go astray, and we all knew what would happen next.  They scored.  And then they scored again.  And I think at point, even those of us who’ve been remaining confident and positive knew our fate for the season.

Highlight of the game was playing ‘Daniel?  Go Long!’ ((c) the Friends episode with the Geller cup) every time their was a corner or a free kick near either box.

Queen Lewington 2nd
Queen Lewington 2nd

I get a bit cross at times when people say that Robbo doesn’t have a plan B.  First of all he plays a formation that allows for an enormous amount of flexibility anyway, but in recent months he’s gone well beyond that.  He’s had our team of passing footballers digging in, time wasting and grinding out points, which is exactly the right thing to do at times.

There are times though, when Robbo doesn’t seem to act in a way that’s appropriate to the situation we’re in, and with the substitutions tonight he excelled himself.  You’re 1-0 up after half-time, and you’re really under pressure, but you leave Revell, who seems to be the one guy able to hold the ball up and win things in the air at the moment, you leave him on the bench until we’re 2-1 down.  You have Jonny Williams and Bowditch on the bench, each of which provides attacking promise and options, yet they don’t even get on the pitch.  And Jay Emmanuelle-Thomas does?  In what universe does that make sense?

It’s not over yet, but it’s close.  Defeat on Saturday and we really will be dead and buried of course, but if we can keep it alive, then there will still be a little bit of hope, and we know what can happen with just a little bit of hope.

I think I said this at the weekend, but we don’t have the psychological strength to win a match at the moment.  Wolves weren’t very good.  They really weren’t.  We were good enough to beat them.  But we weren’t strong enough to beat them.  And I really can’t see that changing.

So bring on the Millers on Saturday and let us see if we can bring Colin’s run of form to grinding halt.  If we can do that, we’ll just have to wait and see for a little bit.  If we can’t, then at least we can sit back and relax, because it will be over.

Brando.

PS – Kay should have been sent off.