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

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

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


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Train away days are characterised by two things - long journeys and lots of booze.

While the distance wasn’t particularly great, the interminable snaking into central

London and the slow crawl out to the suburbs gave this the feel of a ritual quest.

We’d started the day early and had a couple of cans on the way from Gerrards Cross into

Marylebone. Then, onto the Tube and down to Waterloo (I think?). A few more libations

were had. A group of Leeds supporters joined us in the pub we’d chosen. Rowdy bunch,

but good natured enough.

This was my first trip to the Cherry Red Records Stadium, or whatever it was called, so

there was that added sense of excitement and intrigue - all baked into this end of season

‘six pointer’.

The Chairboys fans were in good spirits and fine voice. The action was frenetic, if not

total football, and on that shallow terrace, I and the other vertically challenged darted

our heads over shoulders to try and catch as much of the game as possible.

In truth, it’s one of those occasions where the pre-match excitement (and beer) got the

better of me. Its memory exists only in blurry snapshots of the mind.

Wimbledon were dogged, and when Aaron Pierre received his marching orders, and the

Don’s penalty claim was turned down, the hope I’d arrived with started to ebb away.

Still, we held on, as is the Wycombe way. Or the Ainsworth way, at least.

But it was vital points dropped (in my opinion) and the rest, as they say, is history now.

The day didn’t end there though. Back through central London we went. A group of

raucous Wycombe fans were chanting particularly salty songs about Bristol Rovers. I

must admit, I joined in with a few refrains, Dutch courage and all that.

And myself and my companion continued to talk football, life, and everything else in

between once we’d holed up back in Bucks.

For some reason, that game came to mind when thinking about football in these

‘unprecedented times’. Just to be there, to be Wycombe, to travel freely, sing heartily,

and go home merry no matter the result.

This is a longed-for pleasure we’ll all be hoping to experience again sometime soon.

Up the Blues!



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