Where do we go from here – Life in League Two?

So, after 13 years of swashbuckling around in England’s 2nd and 3rd tiers and upsetting the like of West Ham, Wolves, Ipswich, Blackburn (to name a few) in the process, we now find ourselves back in the basement league with the likes of Morecombe and Aldershot for company on Saturday afternoons and Tuesday nights.

BMH 106 by mail

We have a limited number of the one-off special available by mail order. These can be purchased via Paypal - price £2.20 UK, £3.00 Europe or £3.60 Rest of the World. If you are unable to grasp new fangled ideas like Paypal you can send us one of them there old fashioned paper cheque thingies (made out to S.Baker) for the same amounts.

For further information, or to supply your details, email our.. ahem… mail order department, at bmhgills@yahoo.com.

And remember, we are all scumbags together (or is it morons now? I’ve been on holiday so I have rather lost track of the latest Scally terminology).

The Team Tony built 10 years on

It is ironic that the guy who originally built the team that took the Gills out of our current division is about to enter the league of millionaire teams whilst we are still poor and standing over the abyss. Yes the nucleus of the Gills team that won promotion from the old division two was built by Tony Pulis.

Dear Mr Scally

The exit is just over there. Try not to make too much noise on your way out, as it upsets the neighbours.

Elland back

Awayday preview : Leeds, Saturday 3 May

How to get there

Bank Holiday weekend so get those caravans out. We want to see a snake of the bloody things all the way up the M1. If you’re going by train remember that the ground is a fair hike from the station - the railway line deceptively bends right round it but I seem to remember being rather breathless to make our train after our last visit in 2005.

Bloody Swindon Lot

Saturday 26 April - Gills 1-1 Swindon Town

Whether they’re a bunch of disinterested interlopers ruining David Brent’s Office, or rubbing further salt into the wounds they first inflicted in 1979 and have been inflaming ever since, there really is very little to love about Swindon. Having witnessed a side clinch promotion at Priestfield a fortnight earlier, only some basic mathematics prevented us witnessing our own condemned to a second relegation in four years. But no matter how much we all hate the Wiltshire inbreds, we really only have ourselves to blame.

Goodnight Irene

Saturday 19 April - Bristol Rovers 1-1 Gills

We had to win this game, we could have won it, perhaps should have won it and did more than enough to win it but didn’t. When the final reckoning is done for this most crappy of seasons this won’t be the sort of game that got us relegated, the damage was done by all the gutless, shambolic, cruddy away defeats we‘ve endured since August. The shoddy nine-man debacle at Cheltenham on the opening day set the tone somewhat and only an inspired Royce prevented total annihilation at Luton (1-3), Southend (0-3), Forest (0-4) and Swindon (0-5). We got our act together a bit better under Stimson performance-wise away but still lost eight on the trot, the 4-0 tonkings at Northampton and Hartlepool showing that our team sometimes has all the backbone of a chocolate teapot.