Blackpool 0-2 AFC Wimbledon
Orsi is the Mane Man
It was a blustery afternoon by the seaside, but Wimbledon’s form was blowing stronger than Storm Amy.
Four wins on the trot . Up to fifth. A squad that looks like it enjoys life again.
Danilo Orsi scored twice and galloped round Bloomfield Road like he’d spotted sugar lumps in the away end.
1) The team
Also involved : Browne, Octcock, Sasu. Storm Amy
Notable absences: Matty Stevens (rested or injured we have no idea). Joe Lewis (approximately 31 broken ribs). McCoy Splatt (swept up by Storm Amy, currently clinging on toBlackpool Tower to stop himself being blown away).
The match:
Blackpool kicked off with the wind behind them and not much else.
Wimbledon took control early. Asiimwe and Seddon pushed their full-backs into another postcode.
Bugiel volleyed wide. Orsi flicked one inches from Seddon’s boot. We were dominant but dry on goals.
Then Smith burst into the box, got clipped, and the ref pointed to the spot.
Bugiel handed Orsi the ball like a stableboy offering reins.
One deep breath, one stride, one perfect strike. 1-0. Cue the horse celebration.
Some fans even joined in, the neighs carried nicely on the wind.
After the break, Blackpool threw on Fletcher and tried to make it a contest.
Instead, they found themselves extras in the Orsi Show.
Reeves © delivered a vicious free-kick. Johnson’s header was parried. Orsi pounced. 2-0.
Two-horse Orsi race, both ridden by him.
The home side wilted. Bishop did what little was needed. Bugiel could’ve made it three, galloping clear before being denied by the keeper’s hoof.
Full-time whistle. Fifth place confirmed. The wind howled. We just smiled.
What the fans are saying:
Posters on WUP called it “boring, efficient football”. Which is the same as “winning football”, just said by people allergic to joy.
Discord mostly discussed travel chaos and train delays, but with some sensible comments about how we look “like a proper League One side”. They’re not wrong.
Some bloke on X said “Orsi is the Mane Man”. We’re stealing that.
Womble of the Week: Danilo Orsi.
Two goals, one penalty under pressure, one instinctive finish. Both laced with charisma and equestrian choreography.
He’s a thoroughbred. While others chase shadows, he was playing like he wants to fight Matty Stevens for the Golden Boot. Yes we’re getting carried away.
A performance that belonged at Aintree, not Bloomfield Road.
Closing thoughts:
Four wins. Fifth place. The table suddenly looks less “rebuild” and more “top half and potential play off contenders”. Yes we’re getting over excited but we don’t care.
The defence has quietly gone miserly again. Midfield hums. Orsi neighs.
Next up is Port Vale at Plough Lane. A winnable one, if we keep the same focus and don’t trip over our own reins.
Somewhere, the DTB are probably forming a working group to decide whether horse puns violate the Volunteer Code of Conduct. Until then, let us run free.
Wimbledon are in a two-horse Orsi race, and we’ve just hit full gallop.
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The wind carried the sound of victory out to sea, and by dawn, even the seagulls were pressing in a 3-5-2 following Dave Reddington’s instructions out to the letter.