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For those who don't follow English football: ten years ago, the small South London team Wimbledon FC, a.k.a. "the Dons", suffered from a Dodgers-type deal. Its Norwegian owners, who bought it during a period of amazing success capped by the unlikeliest FA Cup win in the history of the game, had been deliberately running it into the ground, and their reason to do so became clear when they declared that London had already quite enough football teams, and that the only viable future for the team was to move to the large but football-deprived new town of Milton Keynes, sixty miles due north.
Well, that sort of thing could, I suppose be good enough for Americans, but, for Britons, it will never do. The old Dons' furious fans got together and set up a new club - Wimbledon AFC. They found a field, found the players, built a stadium, and started rising from the lowest little local leagues. A couple of years ago they entered the professional national leagues; and now, at last, they have the Milton Keynes abomination within reach. Personally I have been waiting for this day since I first heard of Wimbledon AFC, and I hope they win by at least four goals. Here is the proper soundtrack for this epic event: "Yes, vengeance, dreadful vengeance!"
Well, that sort of thing could, I suppose be good enough for Americans, but, for Britons, it will never do. The old Dons' furious fans got together and set up a new club - Wimbledon AFC. They found a field, found the players, built a stadium, and started rising from the lowest little local leagues. A couple of years ago they entered the professional national leagues; and now, at last, they have the Milton Keynes abomination within reach. Personally I have been waiting for this day since I first heard of Wimbledon AFC, and I hope they win by at least four goals. Here is the proper soundtrack for this epic event: "Yes, vengeance, dreadful vengeance!"
