Red-Robbo

And there's the nub. A World Cup without England, Germany, Italy, Holland, Sweden, US, Australia, Japan etc is a World Cup no one wants to sponsor and a tarnished one that will not pull in maximum broadcast rights revenue. Fifa runs on money. Just the threat should be enough.

Don't get me wrong, H. If the tier 1 sponsors threaten to pull out, and Uefa make good their boycott threat, Blatter will go. Don't expect to see him being extradited to a US prison is what I was saying. He has too many friends in Switzerland.

Nearly fell into Basement Rovers mode there, mate.

Sorry OTIK, but you probably are 1/12th of the islands' footie fans.

No chance Switzerland will give up one of its favoured sons. It's a corrupt country, grown rich on corruption and ruled by.a corrupt Cabal. Don't forget Blatter spreads his largesse in Switzerland, giving mega-bucks Fifa merchandising and marketing contracts to Swiss firms. Ultimately, if he goes, you still could get a "new Blatter". Havelange was as corrupt as Blatter. Until the governance system is shaken up so England - for instance - has more say than the Cayman Islands (how many players there?) this will be a repeating story. Small corrupt countries' FA's outvoting the rest.

Isn't that a U2 song... ...Where The Streets Have No Fans ??

It'll never ever happen. Even Steve L couldn't afford the fumigation costs after their fixtures.

Woman takes her Alsation to the vets. She tells the vet, "Can you do something please. Yesterday, I was bending over to do the hoovering in my nightie, and he jumped up on my back and tried to have his way with me." The embarrassed vet said, "Well, we can neuter him, but I'm afraid that doesn't take away the sexual urge." The woman says, "You don't understand. I want you to clip his claws."

Yes Tom, that's why I think I must have interrupted the dream just before the game finished. I thought it was such a ridiculous dream I didn't even mention it to my companions until we went 4 up.

Call me all manner of bullshitters if you like, but I had a power nap a few hours before setting off for the game and had a dream where it was 2-2 at half-time in quite an even match but we went on to demolish them 7-2. Ludicrous! I thought on waking, but I now realise I'd woken up before the final whistle! I think I'll start laying bets if I have any more sport dreams!

Careful, that's a trademarked phrase! The septic who registered it has earned millions from it.

One off t'internet: While walking down the street one day a Member of Parliament is tragically hit by a truck and dies. His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance. Welcome to Heaven,' says St. Peter. 'Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so we're not sure what to do with you.' 'No problem, just let me in,' says the man. 'Well, I'd like to, but I have orders from higher up. What we'll do is have you spend one day in hell and one in heaven. Then you can choose where to spend eternity.' 'Really, I've made up my mind. I want to be in Heaven,' says the MP. 'I'm sorry, but we have our rules.' And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he went down, down, down to hell. The doors open and he found himself in the middle of a green golf course. In the distance is a clubhouse and standing in front of it are all his friends and other politicians who had worked with him. Everyone is very happy and dressed in evening dress. They run to greet him, shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of the people. They played a friendly game of golf and then dined on lobster, caviar and champagne. Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly & nice guy who has a good time dancing and telling jokes. They are having such a good time that before he realizes it, it's time to go. Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and wave whilst the elevator rises.... The elevator rises and the door opens in heaven where St. Peter is waiting for him. 'Now it's time to visit Heaven.' So, 24 hours pass with the MP joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a good time and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter returns. 'Well, then, you've spent a day in hell and another in Heaven. Now choose your eternity.' The MP reflects for a minute, then he answers: 'Well, I would never have said it before, I mean heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be better off in hell.' So St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down and so on down to hell. When the doors open he's in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage. He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags as more trash falls from above. The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulder. ' I don't understand,' stammers the MP. 'Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, danced and had a great time. Now there's just a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable. What happened? ' The devil looks at him, smiles and says, ' Yesterday we were campaigning.. Today you voted.

"We're Bristol City. We never believe."

Get in!!!

I think they play Rochdale next weekend. Dale will be acutely aware they are only just in the play-offs and Barnsley are snapping at their heels.

Cheers. Chatted to some of yours on the way in. Nice guys. And for a club with a smaller fanbase, a very reasonable turnout.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

I left the cardinal gear on the office, Es. Instead I had my "These colours don't run" T-shirt. Unfortunately, Mrs Robbo had put it in too high a temperature in the wash and it's now pale pink.

Exactly right. Who worries about 30-yard smashes. Their only on target once in a blue moon, and the keeper can see those coming. I think Frank had to make one good save, but we were closer to another goal with our double chance up the other end.

Dad of Stern.

Apparently we have someone called Keiron A Guard playing for us. Hope he's good.

I thought that was the English rugby team?

Chav is Romany for "boy". In parts of Scotland - where chavs are called "neds" - you will occasionally be addresses as chavvie, although this is not meant as an insult, but is a bit like calling someone "son".