Always Next Year

I'm a bit gutted right now, after losing out in the play-offs to Cheltenham last night. At the same time though I felt more pride than I have ever felt for the team & fans. So much so that I slept in my Wycombe shirt. Sad bastard!

The team gave it absolutely everything they had, playing fantastic football, but the ball just would not go in the net. It ended 0-0, so we couldn't claw back the 2-1 defecit from the first leg.

The Wycombe fans were unbelievable though. Every one of the 1,500 there was on their feet shouting at the top of their lungs not just for 90 minutes but for half an hour before & after the game as well. With about 6 drummers pounding away relentlessly we didn't hear a peep from the home fans all game, and I got home with my ears ringing as if I'd spent 8 hours in a club.










So hopefully we'll be back stronger next year. At least we should be in the hunt for the title again judging by the appalling standard of most teams we've played this season. I'm looking forward to a trip to Accrington Stanley anyway!

I hope you don't mind my occasional diversions, but lets face it there's more to life than music.

There's football as well.

There may well be a month-long musical hiatus here when the world cup starts!