MK can count themselves very unlucky for what happened on this beautiful, early Autumn Sunday. Not unlucky in the game itself (Shit No, they got absolutely battered), but they were very unfortunate that our two previous "daylight robbery" away defeats had us in "Super tuned up & bristling to kill" mode for this FA Cup tie.
I mean it when I say MK got battered too, even their most one eyed fan would accept that 2-0 flattered them massively here. On another day this could have been a defeat which made their "play-off semi final horror show" defeat by Crawley look about as "horrific" as a Scooby Doo villain (The one who always says when unmasked "And I would have got away with it if it wasn't for you pesky kids"). It could have made THAT defeat look about as embarrassing as not answering an email within one day of recieving it. No, MK could have had no complaints here if they'd have tanked by five or six, we were absolutely toying with them by the end.
Of course it didn't start like that, it rarely does.The first half hour was fairly even. We shaded it, but it still took a magnificent tackle after a lung bursting sprint by Joe Lewis to deny Alex Gilbey. We still needed a desperate far-post block from James Tilley to avoid a goal. At the other end though, Omar Bugiel & Matty Stevens were scaling enemy walls with daggers clamped between their teeth, cutting telephone wires, taping explosives under bridges and readying themselves for the big push. In midfield, Callum Maycock, Miles Hippolite & Ally Smith were gradually getting the MK three in a series of headlocks & strangleholds. The home three struggled for a bit, but they were banging the grass in submission long before Matty Stevens sliced them open for the first goal.
Omar went in for the killer second just after half time, and by now the fight had completely gone from the men in white. As they scurried to tether their shirts to sticks in an act of surrender, the Exocet that is Josh Neaufville swooped in from the left and mowed them down in droves. Despite their desperate pleas for it all to end we weren't on this occasion up for taking prisoners, cruelly exposing their lack of heart and togetherness as a deafening chorus of "Ole!" rang out from the away support. It would have been horrible for everyone associated with MK to see how meekly they gave up long before the end of the game, but that's for them to concern themselves with not us.
By the final whistle, the home support, (aside from those that wanted to hurl abuse at their embarrassed players) had long since melted back into the Newtown greyness. The away end merrily laughed and chided them for their misery. Our players and management team celebrated in front of us, they know what the victory means and they 100% deserve the plaudits for a truly magnificent performance.
This is a team that is going places, the momentum has a Steven King novel "runaway juggernaut" feel about it now. We literally look too good for our opponents in every game, too hard, too physical, too strong. We should make hay while our sun in shining so brightly, smash everyone we play. Tell your friends, advertise it in the back windows of your cars, get the loud hailer out. AFC Wimbledon are a proper football team.
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