
I'm still very much hopeful that we stay up in Division Two this season but the way we have begun is nothing short of magical. If we win another 25 games and grab a couple of draws, we'll win promotion but I know that's silly talk after just three games. Gus told the official website he is currently in dreamland and told the Evening Argus that the start has been a dream. If that's what he thinks, I'm not sure how I can describe what I've been feeling since I woke up this morning.

We didn't get allowed in the carvary bar next to what is a very nice (and cheap) new stadium. Others tell me the ground is rubbish but I thought it excellent - especially with the ability to run outside for a quick smoke at half time. The lack of pub meant we were forced (against our will obviously) to purchase 4 packs of beers from the adjacent Asda (many new stadia we visit seem to have massive Asda - or is that Asdi - next to them) and lay on the grass of the park opposite watching girls playing touch rugby in sunshine reminiscient of the summer we've never had.

It was the ultimate pleasure to be there and hard to fathom just how in control we were after taking the lead. But habits last, and even at 3-1 I was fuming at the five minutes of injury time added and looking hastily at the tiny clock situated behind the goal at the far end. Maybe Albion teams of the past would have folded. But not this one. Not under Gus.

As we Tweeted earlier today, pride supposedly comes before a fall so how much tragedy must we expect to come our way considering the last year or so we've had? Hopefully, we had the tragedy first in the form of Fran Sandaza and Colin Hawkins. The Hawk, incidentally, celebrated his 34th birthday yesterday.
Thanks to all who purchased fanzines last night and throughout this marvellous opening month. Copies of TSLR031 are still available - either through this webiste (paypal) or outside Falmex on Saturday. And feel free to add us for our extra Albion related-ish drivel over on our Twitter page.
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