Total fucking catwank

Tuesday 4 March - Brighton 4 - 2 Gills

I really don’t know where to start. Football can mean many different things to different people, from the simple joy of a well made goal for your team to the rather more complex process of helping to explain the human condition. From getting to grips with existential angst or rampant global capitalism to giving people a chance to unite and share experiences based on location, history and identity to generating mass public outpourings of emotion from an otherwise staid and repressed people, football can and does contribute much to the culture and experience of living in England in the early part of the 21st century. Most of the time I’m a total addict, but the whole creaking edifice is built upon certain principles without which it would crumble to nothing.

No sign of the goal drought ending

Saturday 1 March - Gills 0 - 0 Yeovil Town

This was another home game devoid of thrills, spills and most crucially of all, goals. Scoring goals might indeed be the hardest thing to do in football but Gillingham Football Club are managing to make it look nigh on impossible… Since the turn of the year our home games in League One have finished 0-1, 0-0, 0-0, 1-0, and now again 0-0. After virtually two years without a 0-0 draw at home or away we’ve now endured four including Orient away in the matter of wee