Doncaster Rovers 1-1 Preston North End; 250 word match report

The big talking point was the early exit of Rob Jones, who it appears is destructible after all.

Doncaster Rovers 1-3 Port Vale; 250 word match report

Whilst at Yeovil Rovers had defied mathematical logic to win every 50-50 ball, here they dozily staggered around and were undone by a clinical but dull Port Vale.

York City 0-1 Doncaster Rovers; 250 word match report

In one of the least interesting games of football you’re ever likely to experience, Rovers scraped through to the second round of the League Cup in dramatic, if not fortuitous fashion.

Yeovil Town 0-3 Doncaster Rovers; 250 Word Match Report

Rovers’ attacking style was rewarded on eight minutes as Harry Forrester slotted Curtis Main through to coolly dink the ball over the onrushing keeper for 1-0.

Football on your doorstep – Matches in Doncaster, Saturday 9th August

Typical, you wait ages for the season to arrive, and when it does you’re away at Yeovil. Bloody Yeovil. Miles away from everywhere, so devoid of attraction, even its own train stations don’t… Continue reading

Game of Chants

Whatever your stance on flares at football, surely we can agree that no amount of pyro is going to make a pre-season friendly at Lincoln feel like a party.

Failing to Pull in One Direction

Funding a professional football club on the pocket money of teenage girls alone, it transpires, is not all that viable.

Best of the Fanzine 2013-14: Miller Time – Barry Miller Interview

“The fans just erupted, singing my name, and although it’s not an amazing moment for anyone else, it was just special, to know that I was appreciated, because, you know, everyone likes to be told they’re good at things.”

Best of the Fanzine 2013-14: Voice of the Pop Side – The Forgotten International

Just imagine how excited we would be nowadays if Rovers signed a player from Manchester United who had represented England at full international level a mere five years earlier?

Best of the Fanzine 2013-14: A Thing About Rugby

I am thirty-three and I am watching a seventy-one year old man sliding down a plastic chair with excitement. He is sharing his flask of hot chocolate with me and I’m reciprocating with chips. We are shouting at men. We are laughing.