Kings of Lyon

So now that we have established this site is officially wearing two hats, I'm still not going to completely separate my passion for two sporting teams, and I'm sure the pendulum of enjoyment will continue to swing, and one day Chesham United will take centre stage again. However, as the respective seasons draw to a close, it remains the red and black of Saracens that wins my attention.

In fairness, the football season is over now, certainly for Chesham United. After an incredible FA Cup run and the honour of being voted FA Cup Giantkillers of the season (for the amazing win at Bristol Rovers) - A reward that will deservedly be picked up at half-time of this weekend's Cup Final at Wembley - the second-half of the season was always in danger of becoming an anti-climax. Mid-table obscurity, and a Berks & Bucks Senior Cup Final...I went to the B&B Final, and I hate to say it, but I just didn't feel it. It was a dreadful game, and we lost; but I was actually bored by it. That scared me.

The Divorce Has Come Through

It's been a while....and quite a lot has changed.

Throughout the season I referred to the fact that the threat of the other woman - rugby, in particular Saracens - was in danger of coming between myself and a lifetime love affair with Chesham United. Surely it is impossible to comprehend that the passion, the pride and the raw emotion that is felt watching Chesham could be replicated when watching a load of huge blokes chase around an egg-shaped ball following more overscrupulous game rules than anyone could possibly ever pretend to understand?