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Good answer, chucky. A few of the "Super" fans forgot this one ....

Just got both spinning on me decks now .... not sure how Fat Boy Slim does it, tbf

I've changed me mind. I won't go back down the City ground until Kraftwerk play there. Supported by Kate Bush (or maybe vice versa).

Now, now Silv. Try and answer the questions properly

You are not alone, Cliff. We are here with you

You don't get bored now?

What was yer last game? And why you haven't been arsed since? Mine: Man City in the cup. Previous to that, Man Utd. Been busy, tbf. Won't go again until Kasey "Ken" Palmer is bombed out. You?

Exciting football helps. The ball being in the penalty area - ideally, the opposition's penalty area - helps. Shots on goal help. It might not be sophisticated but someone "bombing on" down the left and right and whipping it in the box between the retreating defenders and goalkeeper - this sort of thing helps with rousing a passive audience from their seats and their slumber and their apathy. And their phones. Neat passing sideways and back in the middle of the pitch doesn't help.

Yes, but only twice. In 120 years, or whatever it is. So you can say: "we're not going up" using our history as your "source" and be reasonably confident in your prediction. You can go on to look at the record of relegated clubs bouncing straight back up and the inequality of the division, should you feel the need for further reassurance that "we're not going up." The "strangest" thing that ever happened here was being relegated three seasons in succession. That, we've only managed once. But not if we are promoted.

"The club had asked Garth to take a look at this lad called Jamie Vardy .... " So Vardy was already somewhere on the Leicester "radar." Or known about, to some extent. It wasn't a scout taking in a random game and seeing some one and some thing no-one had seen before. I would imagine even us lot on here could see Vardy had "pace." The decision to pay a record for a non-league player when signing Vardy was perhaps as much the interesting part of the story - and relevant to us now - as the "finding" of this undiscovered talent.

Right, so he's crocked, will be out for a year, and never be the same again.

Think it was Preston. Lost 0:1. Tom Finney pretended to be concussed, and there was a lot of "shit housery." The ref was a disgrace.

Does a lot of, er, "running around," though. Not saying that's all he does though .....

"Around ..." ? Curiously lacking in precision and detail, here?

Maybe. But it's starting to rain, and there's no roof.

Now I think about it, it was 2:10pm. Still early enough to avoid a proper "reception" and get an escort to the away end. Crowds were about 5 or 6000 then, so most rocked up about 2:50/2:55.

Very early, though. Before 2pm. Barely anyone in there. Bit like going to Millwall on a Thursday.

It's Dave. Dave Platini.

I love a bit of self pity, me. Can't beat a good old wallow in self pity. The La's "There She Goes," how's that for 3 glorious minutes of self-pitying Scouse scallywag singing and songwriting. Self pity put to jolly good use. Guitar, bass, drums + scallies on self pity = pop music! Alright la' Them Massive Attack boys, fair play to 'em, they knocked up a decent attempt at putting Bristol's "meh, shrug shoulders, whatever" down on vinyl but that ain't getting yer toe tapping, or yer crowd singing.

Woops. Was looking at Euro finals!

They were "atmospheric" in 1964, before they'd won a thing.* We're bloody apathetic, even when we're doing well (ie 78/79, finish 13th, do very well, and crowds were down on the first two years up! No wonder AD moaned about support in his programme notes every week). * yes, yes. I know.

They didn't, no.

Thing is, they are amazing. Which is annoying! And irritating. Cos we ain't amazing.

Yeah, not the same anymore. Bit Brexit, but give me a Liverpool team of (yer): Clemences Neals Smiffs Hughes Jones McDermotts Kennedies Keegans Callaghans Cases Heighways and I might care. But not this jamboree

Shite at Everton, mind. He'd be worse managing us