One slight redeeming thing about the weeny contract is that we've got a manager who is enough of a coup that he can call the shots. It could easily backfire on us, but I'm still pleasantly surprised he even considered a team peering at League Two.
This was an email rather than just uploaded? I'm back to never getting any club emails again, ace. The only time I got them at all was when they were useless to me, offering corporate hospitality at Sixfields.
I like how they're given cutesy catchy nicknames to make them more recognisable. Who will ever forget the wacky escapades of that rapscallion Boom Boom Bin Laden?