- Aug 8, 2005
- 27,082
In days of old, we would have had this phrase trotted out by our local rag by now. This would have given us some clear indication of who the new manager is going to be.
But now, nothing.
What are they doing at that rag? Surely one of them should be following Tony Bloom's every move, stalking him like a weirdo stalks an actress, seeing who he meets, tapping his phone. What the hell are they playing at.
Raise your game Naylor, Owen and Talbot.
But now, nothing.
What are they doing at that rag? Surely one of them should be following Tony Bloom's every move, stalking him like a weirdo stalks an actress, seeing who he meets, tapping his phone. What the hell are they playing at.
Raise your game Naylor, Owen and Talbot.
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