At the bus stop in London Road last week, a grey haired old man asked me in a frail voice: 'Excuse me sir, is it Summer yet?'. Poor old man I thought. 'Sorry mate, you've missed it, it's November' says I. He looked crestfallen. 'Oh I'll just have to wait til next Summer then' he said sadly...
There was a wonderful story on here (I think) a few years back. Bloke on the train was having a full-on yelling match with his missus. They'd been raging at each for about 30 minutes, completely oblivious to the rest of the carriage. Eventually the pissed-off girl opposite him leaned over and...
Taking the positives Glasgow fan: your 2024 calendar was 90% reduced in the club shop sale (was tempted to buy one meself) and only had six or seven more weeks to run anyways :thumbsup:
It's a start, agreed. But it really doesn't help those going West by train post-match from Brighton - which will include the bulk of the Southampton fans. Has all the makings of an absolute clusterfuck
Huge challenge for the transport infrastructure next home game: Southampton on a Friday night with a 20:00 ko. What could possibly go wrong? :facepalm:
Great news that the trains have now gotten so bad that MPs are getting involved. Let's see the club refuse to engage on that level, even if they've repeatedly refused to engage at fan level. Over to you PBOBE...
*edit* and furk right off chailey monkey, we're talking to the organ grinder here...
Astounding how far we've come in so short a time that so many of these South American wunderkind are now farmed out to direct competitors or relegated to bit-part squad members. Strange daze indeed
Dunk will be 33 years old in a couple of weeks time. Time looks to be sadly catching up with his legs. Hopefully Hurzeler will have the balls not to pick him on purely on sentiment and perceived leadership. Think we've now moved on beyond that. For everything there is a season...
As per previous years, I'll be sticking to this traditional number. Hopefully there will be no shameful repetition of the year an entire train carriage of fans, both home and away, serenaded me all the way from Falmer to Brighton with a rousing rendition of 'Shit Christmas jumper, it's just a...