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

The Wanderer - issue 119 - Online - WYCOMBE WANDERERS INDEPENDENT SUPPORTERS CLUB - http://www.wwisc.co.uk/

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We all follow the Wycombe

Chairboys fans share their travel stories from following the mighty Blues.

By Will Geldart

Unprecedented times. I’ll be glad to hear the back of that phrase. Yet it’s impossible to

ignore the fact that, despite 2019/2020 bringing unbridled joy and 2020/2021 being a

landmark season in our history, it just isn’t the same without fans at football.

Yes, the reasons are understandable. Yes, there are more important things than football

to worry about and in no way would I wish to trivialise that.

But rather than go on about Covid-19 and what we should be looking forward to, I

wanted to use this ‘end of season’ edition to simply reflect on a time when going to the

football seemed such a simple pleasure that we perhaps often took for granted.

Whatever we do in the Championship, my goodness it would be such a fantastic feeling

to walk up Hillbottom Road and experience being there.

The following game, while not memorable at all, made me think of what it means to

belong and be part of this special football club.

Saturday 18 th April 2015, AFC Wimbledon 0-0 Wycombe

I loved the 2014-15 season. How could you not? The previous campaign had ended with

me standing on the terrace at Plainmoor in a frenzy of sheer elation (with my now wife,

who thought I was mad!).

Mere survival had been a God-send. And yet, Gareth Ainsworth had somehow conjured

the Wycombe faithful an unlikely promotion tilt in the season that followed.

We’d fallen in love with our team all over again. But in many ways, this is a strange game

to select for a sentimental feature, as it was perhaps at this point where our automatic

promotion hopes looked like they’d run their course.

But that’s irrelevant now. What I choose to remember is both personal, yet potentially

symbolic to all of us who simply love the joy of going to watch the Wycombe.

I’d decided to head to Kingston with a good friend of mine. On an April day bathed in

sunshine, we’d opted for a pilgrimage all too familiar and captivating to fans up and

down the land - the train away day.


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