One of my first games was vs Chelsea, in the FA Cup February 1967. We were a third division team but mustered an attendance of 35,000. Fifty six years later the joy is still the same.
I can understand his predicament. At 28 he has, probably, his last chance to make a lucrative move to end his career, if he gets a 4/5 year deal. The alternative is to commit himself to the Albion on an improved long term deal. His agent will, undoubtedly be pushing for the former.
Trouble is I'm currently dealing with the Battersea Power Station Development Company which is funded by a consortium of Malaysian investors, (who I'm sure operate strictly above board) :ninja:
I deal with people who owe money to the company I represent. The smug look on their faces when they refuse my every offer of compromise is infuriating as kicking the bin and storming out isn't an option.
I just took a watch to be serviced and on impulse decided to visit the bakers, next door. Purchased a couple of those bacon, cheese pastry puff things. Strolling back to the car and the bottom of the bag split open and said pastries ended up in the gutter. Friday 13th :mad:
It makes me wonder how some cope with real life. A bit like sitting in a meeting where everyone wears earphones that cut out people they don’t want to listen to.
I thought that starting threads about other posters was a banning offence? Seems to me that some people spend too much time on here if it is resulting in a single individual affecting their mental health.
Strange evening watching the game. When Chelsea's new guy saw red there was obviously a lot of camera shots focused on him. At this point our moggy jumped off the couch, trotted over to the TV and began to rub against it and purr. Then I remembered. Cats like Felix.