My appeal for financial aid to the clubs new owners clealy fell on deaf ears, that is, if it fell on any ears at all.  Only this week I recieved an email from the club pleading with me to attend games, buy some merchandise or at least use my WHUFC credit card from which they get a tiny commisssion from each transaction.  Why are they asking me?  Cheeky bastards.  There are at least 22 millionaires on the clubs books, eleven or so of who get to live my dream by running out on the pitch for the...
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