As many of you know, my better half is a Nurse and it was lovely to hear so many people at their doors showing their support. I was really moved after hearing the whole village lining up to give her the clap.
Haven't done one this season due to my astonishingly poor record. A worse record than William Shatner's 1969 'The Transformed Man'.
You watched it. You can't unwatch it.
Anyway, I have consulted the runes, sacrificed a Bernard Matthews turkey drummer on the altar of diabolism and looked at Ceefax (i.e. the Dorset web) and have concluded that all the signs point to a a 3-1 QPR win. BOS to score first.
What a time to be alive. A QPR team that did not include Wells, Manning, Leistner, Amos, Hall, Barbet, Angel, Lumley or, whisper it quietly, Eze producing not just a win but a thrashing in the FA Cup! And for our next trick, here are three U23s!
I think we've finally worked off the bad karma incurred after Les wrecked the Blue Peter garden.
The Worshipful Society for the Promotion of Fisticuffs and Oik-Thrashery (est. 1878) has convened its annual general meeting in expectation of the visit to Fulham of the local-authority-educated rotters from W12.
Dress code is smart casual and jackets may be removed during dinner.
I don't like them. The football ones, I mean, not the holidays which are pretty cool.
International teams are alright but I find I just can't get worked up about qualification campaigns in groups where we are always drawn against: * 1 half decent team * Lower Slobovia * Glorious Republic of Kremlinistan * Melchester Rovers * St Winifred's Primary Second XI
No wonder our recent U23 game against Charlton got mosre discussion than Engerland's recent outing.
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I am pretty sure that are but I feel like one of those ladies off Jeremy Kyle who keep going back to Wayne because 'he's changed'. I keep waiting for the inevitable domestic, precipitated by him coming home smelling of Chelsea.