My father bought home an old inland revenue ledger in the mid-sixties which somehow went missing. Thus my very first game in 1968 was proudly recorded and continued to be so until it went computerised in around 2010. Futbology has now been completely updated in a process taking several months...
I personally think the club would have gone, and a Phoenix club created. This would either have risen quickly, or have failed with lack of local support from the powers that be. So taking that to be the case what would we have done?
Our support could well have benefitted the non league scene...
No action will be taken against the top six, the excuse will of course be to avoid them decamping to the 'super league'. If that is the case let them go. I expect Villa and Newcastle to follow.
"Surely supporters deserve a coherent, detailed strategy update from the ownership on their medium/long-term plans? They have yet to receive one.
There is a very consistent strategy. Call Paul Barber.
That's a shame. I did four nights and had a great two star in what initially looked a dodgy street, brothel opposite. However the chief madam graced the street by dressing like Edith from 'Ello 'Ello (Stupid Woman) it seems it's a thing. I had a good look around day one and by the time I left...
So we would have missed the trip to Rome, replaced by trips to Hamburg, Valencia (effectively), Lisbon and Liverpool. Bank balance would have been a shambles.
Its a very different culture. Back in Germany, Schalke are now fighting to stay in the second tier. Still in front of 60000 capacity crowds. The atmosphere remains absolutely nuts. In the Nordkurve it is still a heaving mass of humanity. All standing, beer allowed, well compulsory actually...
I trust she got them back, there is a market for that sort of thing as a friend of found out when her rather fetching red shoes were put on Ebay. Several offers but only if pre worn, yup, all from blokes. I won't tell you my suggestion to raise extra funds but she was unimpressed.
Thinking about it then this is my first ‘competitive’ game in Italy since David O’Leary struck the penalty that took Ireland to the quarter finals. (Wifey 34 weeks pregnant then, finally, put her foot down and home I went) Owen, reading the script, didn’t grace us for another two weeks...