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It must be tough for many Wycombe supporters as the team grind out vital wins against promotion rivals such as Rotherham and Rochdale. There is a seething mass of naysayers just waiting for Wanderers to slip up so they can infest the gasroom abusing the manager and demanding mortal action because a substitution didn’t quite work in the way it was supposed to be.

Nonetheless, it would be easy to put the rose tinted glasses on and claim that this is a new phenomenon, fuelled by the internet, alcopops and Poles but back in 1993-94 it was little different. Despite the club riding on the crest of its most successful ever wave, led by a manager so good even Bullet Beeks gave him five years, many Wycombe fans were still complaining viciously as the promotion push faltered.

A commanding start to the season was followed by a late winter/early spring of woe and the knives came out quicker than a moody chef on a crack pipe. Nothing you do can placate these people, every Wycombe win is only a sign for them to hold fire for a week. Then when the defeat does come along they emerge all guns blazing, their buzzwords of PASSION, BELIEF, INCONSISTENCY, SHORTBREAD and MATTERS exploding like a dog full of semtex.

Well Wycombe have won two games in a row and the rest of us, the sane, are delighted. Just like people never get to read the nice things in their own obituaries, not enough is made of the wins when they come along. So thankyou to Paul Lambert and the team for making our Saturday evening more sparkly. You never know, even the hateful spite-monkeys might muster a smile as they knock back another shot of Cillit Bang.

23.02.2008. 18:28

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