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Deep, deep shame

It was a different world in late 2005. Grime had yet to lose it's cultural cachet to dubstep. I had not yet tired of the joke about the inflatable boy. Emma Bunton was still thought of largely in terms of being an ex-spice girl. Rosie Cammeneti had yet to brighten my lunchtimes by appearing in Neighbours. Truly they were simpler times when coastalblof began championing the fortunes of Fort William FC.

You remember them. The Fort. The pluckiest team in the British Isles. Week in, week out I cheered them on. Generally to heavy defeat, but we were there for the good times too.

I have been neglecting them somewhat this season, what with one thing and another, and thought it high time I brought you an update (due to feeling the deep, deep shame of the title at not having done so before). And how are they doing?

The Fort, I am pleased to announce, having taken until May of last year to register their first win of the season have ALREADY (and we're only two thirds through March) racked up TWO. ...count 'em...TWO wins, sweeping all above them at the foot of the Scot-Ad Highland League. Not only that, but with a massive six games in hand on second bottom Lossiemouth, and a magnificent -57 goal difference (this time last year it was in excesss of -100) I feel truly confident that this will be the Fort's year. Look out Lossiemouth.

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