Gillingham 2189

Gillingham 2189As the twentieth century furtively began to sniff the bottom of the twenty first, few had the prescience to look forward to a time two centuries hence when Gillingham, a cheap and cheerful fourth division football team would be stood proudly at the head of the league as a plucky group of aliens, clones, cyborgs, time travellers, and at least one behorned supernatural deity formerly popular amongst Norwegian heavy metal fans, a team which would not

As the twentieth century furtively began to sniff the bottom of the twenty-first, few had the prescience to look forward to a time two centuries hence when Gillingham, a cheap and cheerful fourth division football team would be stood proudly at the head of the league as a plucky group of aliens, clones, cyborgs, time-travellers, and at least one behorned supernatural deity formerly popular amongst Norwegian heavy metal fans, a team which would not only bang that square football into the back of the oppositional net time and again, but which would go on to save Earth from all those unspeakable entities H.P. Lovecraft used to write about, and feature in their very own copyright smashing Godzilla crossover event of questionable legality.
Indeed, few had such prescience, and amongst those few was a bloke drawing a cartoon strip for Brian Moore's Head, the football fanzine which, quite frankly, made most of the rest look shite. Gaze ye here upon the collected works of that bloke.