I was a tiny bit furious about The Game's coverage of the Millwall result, but then swapped in our name for any other also-rans and realised they do it to every club. They would probably favour a seven-team division, given the option.
We have no chance but it's going to be brilliant, everything...
Alternative one outside with Dick Knight, Richard Lindfield, the ghost of Tony Millard, Charlie Oatway, Jamie Moralee, 500 woodbines and ten crates of Harveys. BYOB.
Conor Coady's accent is the most confusing thing I've heard since Aspinall started co-commentating.
Any of these semi-finalists will batter us unless we play for penalties.
So many inexplicable decisions in a sport full of money and general dodginess at the top. Don't know what the officials' basic pay is but wouldn't be a surprise if summat murky was going on.
I wonder if the angry white guys who constantly post "wakey wakey" style stuff on social will have a day off today, or even show some contrition. Someone I know (and still watch, with a kind of fascinated horror I ideally need to drop) was at it yesterday evening
Difference is that McGleish and friends were very culpable for that incident. From the depths of memory I don't think Wilkins was involved, but goading the North Stand in one of our last games at the Goldstone when we desperately needed the win, had already had several pitch invasions that...
He did his first Parkrun last month and this was his third run. Given its sometimes pricelessness as a way of briefly getting out of your thoughts, escaping your own head and letting off negative energy without the loneliness that non-organised runs entail, I wonder if it was a form of refuge. I...
Wolves, Norwich, Swansea, Pompey, Luton and MK is 16/1. Pretty terrible bet really.
Covering all the possibilities of penalties and missed penalties at the Theatre of Nightmares pays off if a penalty is awarded, although the odds are well down on what they used to be. 16/1 for the goons to miss...
Pleasant but empty. Mumford and Sons-lite wedding band. They played a half-empty C2 last night and it was very jolly, with about as much edge as a cloud of jelly.
It's escalated quite rapidly to the current guess-the-kickoff-time predicament. Always used to feel weird/exciting/glamorous when kick-off was shown as noon, not 3pm.
The nibs page on 312 and Planet Sound on C4 were arguably the best facets of Ceefax/Teleteleteletext.