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Starting Archer was suicidal and Tonda is lucky the players dug him out of a hole.
That’s a massive, Martinesque, red flag waved by Tonda.
I don’t think we’ll even make the play-offs if he can’t see what’s right in front of him.
It’s like the whole back 5 bollocks that was holding us back for months. Can we get a grown up in next please? It’s only a matter of time before Tonda’s looking for the Ausgang.
PS. Just get the train. It’s quite quick from Liverpool Street.
Don’t get the National Express as it takes forever and the weirdos down the front insist on chatting up the driver.
I’ve never been to Carrow Road but it’s got a hotel apparently. There’s also a Travelodge / Premier Inn or similar right next to the station.
The hospital must be decent as it helped Ms FFS survive when she recently got admitted after having an alcohol-related seizure. I hope no one ends up there.
There’s a nice art gallery at UEA and they’ve got a billion quid’s worth or art if you like that kind of thing. That’s a bus, taxi or Uber ride away though. They’ve done up the castle recently and there’s a city museum too. I’ve never been drinking in Norwich but there’s hundreds of pubs. You can see (and hear) the ground from the city centre so it can’t be that far away. The locals talk funny but are very friendly.
I like staying at the Maid’s Head hotel, which is supposed to be the oldest hotel in England. There’s a nice Indian opposite, a decent charity coffee shop just down the road and it’s right by the cathedral and the school where Admiral Nelson was first taught to kill forrins.
I also like shopping in Jarrold’s. Last time I was in there, Josh Sargent was in there signing shirts. I was tempted to queue up and beg him to force a move to Saints but didn’t think the locals would appreciate that.
In the olden days it was the biggest city in England behind London. Edmund the Martyr should be reinstated as our patron saint in place of St George, as that dragon-shagger wasn’t even English.
The Great Farm Derby can’t be all that because I’ve seen double hard bastards in Ipswich shirts in the centre of Norwich.
I like Norwich - it’s safe, nice and quaint and old-fashioned and we’re planning to buy a house there. The seaside isn’t far away either. Just don’t go anywhere near Great Yarmouth or you might bump into Rupert Lowe.