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There's this great big enormous thing across that big wet, wavy blue/grey thing called the sea, it's called Europe. They play football there, all over the bleedin place, like us. And beyond that, there's this thing called The Rest of the World, where they also play football. And people there coach the football. We could try one of them, one day.

I wouldn't say exactly I would say "a bit like" in that, whilst the "deckchairs" are forever being re-arranged, we're not as things stand about to plummet into the icy depths of L1 albeit neither are we going to make it to New York any time. Instead, whilst the deckchairs are moved hither and tither, we have dropped anchor and are going nowhere, and soon will watch as the "Good Ship" Wrexham and "HMS" Portsmouth - currently not in sight to the rear (although, what's that: is it HMS Pompey? It could well be) - both sail past us - anchored; marooned - and get to New York. I suppose we should be grateful - it’s a lovely, revamped "ship" - and forever careful what we wish for - we could, like, go too fast and hit the "iceberg" of a ffp points reduction or a dodgy foreign owner - but it gets a bit dull just .... stuck here, in the middle of the ocean .... when we could be in New York where the streets are paved with parachute payments .... Etc, etc, and so on ....

Knowle bread? I'll have some of what you're having .....

Get a slow cooker, sir. First thing in the morning, brown some chicken breasts, sweat some onions, add some other stuff like carrots, celery and so on, a slosh of red wine, a bit of stock, a bit that, transfer to said cooker, set on "low" and set off for the match. Return to tender coq au van, pour a large slosh in a glass of van der rouge and tune into otib, delicious. Mmmmm

Time for another gong bath up Glos Road for you Merrick, by looks of it. The drugs don't work, just say no to that, and yes to another sound bath, next Saturday 12.30. Followed by some (buddhist) chanting - not ranting (on here). Peace, and Loving Kindness. Up the City

The "top end" thing and all the rhubarb spoken by the club after the sacking applied to Nige, it doesn't (yet) apply to Liam Manning.

Red was possibly harsh but a yellow never sufficient (he's not trying to get the ball and missing by a whisker). At yours, a yellow; down here, a red.

I have no doubt Steve Lansdown would do the same today, although there would, of course, be a booking fee to pay ....

I cannae remember it now! Can you still remember it?

In this picture of Gerry Gow celebrating the goal, is he saluting our large contingent of work dodging travelling supporters - in which case, we appear to have "taken" the Leeds home end - or is he accepting the warm applause of the sporting Yorkshire public?

Bill Withers wrote a great song about it

Miners not working, you say spud? In the 1970s? You don't say. A three day week too much like hard work for them? Work-shy country. If we hadn't been so bloody good at exploiting other peoples and their resources before all this 'ealth n safety and human rights came in, we'd be ......

47,000 people at a match on a midweek afternoon (when work was Mon to Fri 9 - 5 more than it is today), no wonder there was rubbish piling up on the streets, corpses left unburied, inflation of 14%, rampant unions and the worst productivity in western Europe. Everyone of you that went to that game instead of going to work are responsible for THATCHERISM. Great photos, Curr, by the way ....

.... "people get excited about" ? Ok, interesting. What instead might they save their "excitement" for?

Holes? Cut by little moles?

I think Twine was going to come on when we were 3:0 but ......

..... We'll be making love box entries and a season's high xG by Friday (and hopefully Saturday

"What about a point-ted stick?"

I think it has dawned on Steve that this pathway is working rather well for his players - nowhere > City > Bournemouth - but not so well for himself/his team/his prospects for hawking his team/Bristol Sports, so he's tweaked the "philosophy" and is buying a stair lift to heaven Bournemouth the Premier League, and not messing around anymore. He's running out of time, and as the lad in Grev Smythe park after (I think Walsall at home in the play offs in '88) said to Bob Crampton on HTV: "We don't wanna mess around, we wanna go up" as chaos and police rained about them. Tbf to that lad, we been messing about long enough now

He said: we can't go over .... we can't go under ... have to go through (it)

Yes, as first suggested by Michael Rosen, in the late 80s

I must say, I don't remember this myself either?

Not if we win the next two it doesn't

We'll do rather well in that Premier League, when we get there ....

Nige managed ok, working part-time (well, Saturday afternuns)