I came into following the Dons with my Father -in Law in 1978, he was always a ardent fan of League, I was a committed Rovers fan, my goodness it was desperate stuff back then. Tattersfield and all its charm of stinky loo's and a bog like pitch

and yet it was riveting. Would we, could we win a game. I loved it, I loved the fact that no bugger gave us a chance and yet there was always the hope that despite that fact we may just win a game. It turned through the appointment of John Sheridan, not a first but bit by bit we turned a corner. Parky, David Noble, Neil Turner, Gibbo, Roachy and on it went.We beat Workington 46-6 and they sacked their Coach. Hey up I thought we may have a team as Kev Jones ploughed through the mud and went in under the sticks.
I've enjoyed it I never thought of giving it up but for both myself and Glyn this season has been well, a season that sticks in the craw. Something is amiss, we have tried to regain that missing spark that drove us on, but its gone. I have missed more games this year than in the past 37, its not good.
Will take something a little bit more like the old Dons spirit to reinvigorate the feeling for next year. Fingers bloody crossed ( and no sharp objects)
