Death. Taxes. Piers Morgan acting like a prick. Some things in life are an absolute certainty. You can add Cambridge United losing on a Tuesday night to that list too. We're making this really hard for ourselves aren't we? The consensus is that to get automatic promotion now we're going to need seven wins from... Continue Reading →

Calmed down yet? My cat has decided it's safe to finally return home after being spooked out of the house as I leapt up screaming 'FUCK YES YES YES YES' at the top of my voice for about twenty minutes on Saturday evening, destroying his peaceful slumber. There's nothing better in football than a last... Continue Reading →

Farewell then, top of the league. It was nice knowing you. United fought and fought but ultimately couldn't turn over a poor Scunthorpe side. When we look back at the end of the season is this going to be the game we remember when it all started to go wrong? The less pessimistic of you... Continue Reading →

Watch it again. Watch it again. Hoolahan, using all his experience and guile to take the ball off the Vale player. Hoolahan running pretty much half the length of the pitch, at 38 years old. Hoolahan almost playing the perfect 1-2 with Mullin. Mullin's ball ricocheting off the defender, way out of the area, out... Continue Reading →

First blood to Cheltenham in the race to secure automatic promotion then? Maybe, but not quite. Yes, that was a big loss last night, and a chance to send a message to promotion rivals, and yes there's things (lots of things) we could have done better, but let's not panic too much just yet. Realistically... Continue Reading →

It's funny, whenever there's a record that is about to be broken it always seems like it's United who roll over and let it happen. A team who hasn't won away for eighteen months? Welcome to the Abbey, here's three points. A striker chasing consecutive goals record? Nailed on he'll put one past us. You... Continue Reading →