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Imagine if he actually was to become chairman of our club?!?! He'd spend all of his poker winnings in the casino, and leave the rest of his investors high and dry, while he posts dickhead remarks on social media: "Can't win em all bruvs, lost the ccfc cash in the fuckin casino, oh wells...

If Shipley can take a free kick like that consistently, oosh. That lad is fearless, from what I've seen. This win should clarify the issue Robins has struggled with, that we can batter teams who freely attack however the teams the park the bus catch us with a patient goal. It has to be...

Missed the third goal whilst scraping arctic roll off my jeans, what a great win.

THAT'S how you take a fucking free kick. What a goal, son, I nearly choked on my arctic roll ffs.

Focus power, Daniel-san. Catch them on the break, do it.

We can do it, rock solid defence and we're looking good. Come on you Sky Blues.

The goal drought may end here, since Luton may be overly occupied with battering our defence. The best we can hope for is a narrow win and try to counter attack with a bit more feckin ruthlessness. 2-1 City. On the other hand...we could be in for a battering if they grab an early goal and...

Like a hovercraft? It only started hoying it down whilst I was at work, didn't have time to go home and grab my life raft before picking the kids up. Might just canoe my way to the school from now on, since all it does is piss it down in these parts.

School run, Wales, after several tedious hours at work. It's pissing it down good and proper, and I've come in my crosshatch slip on trainers. What were you saying about Thailand, Steve, you utter bastard?

The vitriol is earned, and although I'm quite the optimist, common sense usually prevails when we have a 'new owner/benefactor' in the apparent pipeline. I've been taken in too many times by the likes of Dhinsa and their hollow talk, so you can dream all you like, mate. There's a line...

When you discover that the smarmy, semi-friend you had 10 years ago has just sold the complete Pokémon card set that he got off you for £350, for a pants-destroying £8575... My arse will never be the same after a raping like that...

In my previous line of work, well, taking hefty falls and kickings was an occupational hazard, but one guy who was pushed down a whole flight of steps took the prize for worst injuries suffered. Split his head open, cracked a kneecap and tore muscles in his neck, he was in a right state. The...

There's always that, yeah. Hopefully, it's just a barren streak.

Load of shite, not sure what MR is up to, but this is dire stuff. And Haynes misses a free header in injury time... Fuck this.

If we score today, and win, I'll dance an Irish jig in the local Premier. Fuck it, I'll riverdance like a maniac. 1-0, bring on the Flatley flailing.

Oh well, PR for him, bit of attention for Eakin which he probably wanks over, but this smells like dirty cow pats. If this poker-playing chap is using our circumstances to bump his status, with no genuine intention to buy the club, then he can fuck right off. I'll flick poker chips at him till...

Yep, definitely. I'm merely echoing stated sentiments really, but yes, the AM role is essential and Beavon has the footballing intelligence to fill it. I've always advocated MR and his ability as a manager, so like you say, the lack of goals and rigidity are probably forefront in his mind...

Well, the confidence factor seems to wax and wane like a teenager's wanking habit...we seem to be inflexible, steadfast and structured in a manner to either pinch a 1-0 or lose a 1-0. We're not doing that badly, MR needs his thinking head on to address the tactical deficiency we seem to wear...

No, thank you, it confirms you're a Sky Blue, geographically anyway. Drop the sheep humping and join our joyful chapter, you know it makes sense. We must warn you, however, that our owners won't dish out beers and cookies to the fans...even if such delights were available, our chairman would...

Gary Lineker's online alter ego, methinks...the jug-eared, goal-hanging, manky-toed slut that he is. Give it a few years and we'll be meeting you in the conference. :-)