Hello Daylight

Northampton huffed and puffed but Wycombe's house remains strong.

Bowditch twinkled in the first half, and it was the opening 45 minutes where Wycombe took to the dancefloor and showed the undoubtedly inbred Northamptonshire fans why we are top of the league and made of liquid gold.

The Project was looking glittering at that point.

But Oakes and Bowditch departed at the break and were replaced by Sergio and Mary Magdalene on his debut. Neither could cut the Shoe Goons open like a can of beans but the lift shaft lovers could not find a way past Duke either, so a point was shared, like a tramp's sandwich.

Make no mistake, this was one for the bank.

COME ON WYCOMBE

Bring On The Dancing Horses

Northampton away, these are the games that have the journalists in Iceland, Uruguay and Laos all booking their flights to Luton. These are the games when championships are won, where bowling alleys are turned over and plates of ribs are eaten in dismay.

Northampton away, truly the epic fixture in south midlands football, up there with Leamington v Banbury reserves. We've all walked into the leisure park with our hopes high that Stuart Roberts will score a hat-trick, we've all left with a Nicky Mohan poem rattling round our heads.

Northampton away, this one's massive, this one counts. They'll be up for it, they've got a squad shovelled full of faces and Wycombe are not looking quite the force of 2005.

But this team have depths like the Arctic Ocean and no-one can be too pessimistic as the A43 looms, just a shame that the team will be wearing white on the night. There's no need for it and it smacks of lemsip, pure and simple.

Still, if a last-minute winner unties the Shoe Goons laces then I'll even wear white socks.

Electricityscape

After a two week break for the heroic Chairboys and evil decepticons, it was a return to style this afternoon for Grinner Gorman and his The Project. Matt Duke in the goal had so little to do that he needed to be resuscitated in the second half, with what were rumoured to be high-grade amphetamines.

The other newcomer, Aidan Collins, snaffled the first goal while the second was bagged by terrace icon and South American bullet Sergio Torres, his first for the club. The first of many.



As loyal followers of The Project will know, good has to be tempered with evil and the sight of Charlie Griffin being stretchered off was a horrific one. Unicorn has spent more time in hospital than Ariel Sharon this season and it looks like another enforced lay-off for the Drone Army-hated frontman.

Still, the 50-point margin has been broken like a dog's hymen and that championship glory is edging nearer, like a robber in the shadows.

Shame that Grimsby won mind, but who are they are and where do they even get off winning so often? They will be tamed, once and for all, by the power of The Project. It's onto Barnet now for some Hertfordshire justice. Straight outta Rostock.

Bye Bye Badman

Timber Tone on Ivor Beeks in March 2004: "I thought I had met an honest Chairman."

This was about the same time that MonkeyMan Beeks sent out letters to members warning of the dire financial state of the club.

This was about the same time Wycombe paid Reading 140k (or began installments) for Nathan Tyson.

This was about the same time that Beeks revealed himself to be a sickening liar.

This was about the same time that morality died at Wycombe Wanderers once and for all.

It's about time there was some justice handed out.

Daft Punk Is Playing At My House

Anatomy of a shooting.

Holiday Monday, 15.13 and Wycombe are 3-0 down.

16.37 and Wycombe are 4-3 up.

16.50 and it's over, 4-5, etched into the mind like a red hot poker.

First home defeat, scratchy scenes. The Project continues to enchant and baffle in equal measures.

2005 was a steamroller, 2006 has started like 9/11.

Can Honest John weave some magic in the transfer window?

We need a goalkeeper and some rehab.