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Me too. Whether it's their always ultras, or those among us who lose their minds if the score (remember Murray playing for them?), these are not an enjoyable club to play. It is the overwrought carry-on from some of our support that I find the least tolerable. The howls of anguish. But what do...

To be fair, Zeb lives in East Anglia. That's more than a thousand miles from B'muff.

Truth is beauty and beauty is truth. A clean sheet is lovely, so a clean sheet it is.

It's all good. Ignore the piss takers. :thumbsup: (Bournemouth? You were lucky. I remember drivin' all the way to t'Carlisle. Drivin' to t'Carlisle? You were lucky. I crawled on me 'ands and knees to Rotherham. Old stadium ??? Crawled to Rotherham? You were lucky (and so on))

It's mental, isn't it?

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I was thinking more along the lines of 'you lucky b'stards' :lolol:

I'm not triggered. Are you triggered? Certain groups can do one :shrug:

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He has the best ever Albion squad to work with. And he's doing just fine.

Update. My old mate Neil (the one who, ahem, decked Ray Wilkins, just messaged me on my 'old school' whatsapp group to say we can't appeal it. Time, I would imagine, will tell....

John Giles.

Jimmy Case.

Sidwell, for punching an opponent on the back of the head. The player was the one who put one of ours our of action for a season. Sorry, can't remember all the names, but I saw the punch. Near the half way line, at the Amex. I sniggered.

Spuds taking the shine off our win against them, though. Still..... come on Spursy. Give us a laugh. Or another goal.

Being autistic....I have no idea where to start. People, mostly. I can't read them. Especially when they change. I find it hard enough to see the lines, so my attempts to read between them is . . . tricky. Luckily I have flashes of insight. Hence my having patented a new drug. But that...

Another day of joy. Despite the song title this is joy. (But don't look up the lyrics).

Me too. Albeit, late August, probably.

I suspect you and I have tapped into the same trope.

Judging by his sniff-tastic performance today, maybe he'll step up to hobby horse* ??? *archaic drug slang for heroin, for the clean-livers.