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I imagine that's absolutely true, since SISU announced in their New Year 'mission statement' that they were keen for CCFC to move away from financial dependence on them.

My arse is making 50ps in my chair at the thought of that... So, you agree that a steady full-back might shore the back four up? Who would you sign?

I got it the other day, and as a ridiculous Generation 1 Fanboy, it's definitely shaping up to be the best TF's game since Armada on the PS2. Although it started off trundling like an overweight striker, the introduction of a myriad weapons and the ability to synthesize/modify them in...

Yep that's the one, haha, 'ooh if I had him at the start...fuggit, restart'. I'm the same with Pro Evo too, even though I've edited Cov' into the Championship, got the kits spot on and created the likes of Arma, Vincelot and the rest to go on the playing staff. "Hmm, Vincelot's beard is the...

Absolutely. Reice is still learning his trade, but he's far more dependable than Blurge. Perhaps we're looking at the wrong position, defensively; Phillips looks shaky and error-prone (could be rusty but who knows) whereas Martin and Ricketts are a decent partnership in the middle. Maybe a...

Wish I had a loft ladder. Lucky bastard.

'The itch', as in, to restart a game out of boredom. Besides, I rarely get the free time to immerse myself in any game these days. If I were a manager, I'd be Kevin fookin' Keegan, lad. lol

Really, really talented lad. I'm thinking he's either overly sensitive about being dropped or his attitude on the training ground stinks. But yes, let him earn his place, it'll get his arse in gear. Hopefully.

Too good for League One, not good enough for the Championship. Still, what a finisher he is/was, and that last goal at Stevenage was pure striker's instinct. Maybe we could swap David McG for Fortune? Yeah reet...

I realise that, mate, I was just clarifying what I meant.

My actual face. I shall provide evidence of it, should your prediction come true.

And in Turner's case, then proceed to fumble your way awkwardly through a live match run-down, sounding about as enthusiastic as a meth-head on a crushing comedown.