The Wanderer - issue 119 - http://www.wwisc.co.uk/

But there was no time to rest or even take a breath before the talk of a terrible pestilence
befalling us all began. Stories were shared of an unforgiving, relentless, seemingly never
ending darkness seeping into every corner of our existence, limiting our movements and
threatening our health, our sanity and, some would say, our very souls.
But I was not shaken. The Holy Spirit filled me with hope and strength and I was able
to ignore the tumult, the wailing and teeth-gnashing, look this new Hell in the face and
say: ‘Whatever lies ahead for this great nation, our sport and our people… the rules are
the rules. Wycombe came up fair and square and we’ve just got to get on with it...’
Having encountered you all many times on the rocky, desolate road to promotion, I was
delighted (if not somewhat incredulous) to find you risen to sit alongside the more
established parishes in the promised land of financial stability. I even recall one dark
night when I found myself whispering: ‘Surely Lord, there has been one hell of a
mistake. Can you have a word...?’ But as always, when you start invoking the spirit, the
disbelief and rising anger gives way to contemplation and calm.
Did not St Peter(borough) write that, though a man may indeed be languishing in
eighth when he votes to stop playing, yet may he still be offered redemption in the form
of some sort of hastily devised points-per-game algorithm? And though it may come to
pass that he prevails and still the doubters claim he did robbeth them blind...they
should wail not, as they may well find themselves in the same coracle at some point if
the European Union keeps making us eat bats.
I was truly heartened to read in the (in some parts poorly fact-checked) writings of
Brother Harman that within your ranks there are a number of practicing Christians.
No doubt, like myself, you will believe you are guided, lifted and supported in your
efforts by the Lord and that He will ensure that your hard work and faith will, in the
end, bring you through your present troubles and help you achieve your aims, however
insurmountable the obstacles facing you may appear.
To that I say...I was here first and, frankly, if anyone has the ear of the Almighty, I
fear it will not be anyone in a quartered shirt, who basically sneaked in by breaking the
dodgy catch on the window at the back of the Vestry.
I hope that little dose of reality will help you come to terms with the realities of the
fruitless battle ahead… God Bless you all!”
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