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Fingers crossed for yer Houlty. Best wishes, bud. xxx 🐏

Home win 1-0 Collins pen Phew 🐏

Count me in...

Agreed. ...And I very much like the thought of him being subbed off on 85 mins or so... on his own... regardless of the scoreline, and regardless of how the game's going. As guaranteed a standing ovation as standing ovations can be guaranteed, I'd imagine! 🤍 I think he'd like that very much too, if I'm reading his comments correctly. 🐏

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Yeah. Thanks for that mate. It's fair to say we each owe you a pint for saving us. Lord knows where we'd be now, if it wasn't for you. Big hugs xxx #thanksamillion #wewouldhavediedwithoutyou #dawnieisourhero #weoweyoubigtime #thankheavensfortherescuedog #etc

... and where's my effin' coat!

Top Fan-ing, buddy. 🐏 ... Not too dissimilar to our own weekend, in fairness. Checked in mega-early at HIE (c. 10:45) after a horrendous 1hr 20min drive that involved at least 3 red traffic lights, and a runaway cat. Coffee & cake for lunch. Almost getting embroiled in a pre-match scuffle down the back street (Well, we had ring-side seats to the ensuing handcuffing operation, but missed the cause of it all). Seats in mid-row, so shuffling past real people and stuff. Standing for what seemed like nigh on two bloody hours! And all topped off with a pleasant evening pub meal, and a couple of tummy-warming spirit-based aperitifs. Must have been well past 22:20 by the time we hit the sack... and then she made me walk up that bloody hill to the castle... on a Sunday friggin' morning! FFS! I know! We're a breed unto ourselves mate. 🍻

Wait! What? 😕 When the heck did all this happen? 😲 There's nothing on the internet about (Mr) Clowes having previously sacked a manager! All I can find is a tangential reference to Liam Rosenior, but as he was never our manager, and never got sacked, it can't possibly be him you are referring to? 🤷‍♂️

And what about @B4’s Sister? How's her ankle recovery coming along? If it doesn't go too well on Saturday, we may well need to bring her back in sooner than expected!

Who you talkin' to, Willis?

I'd love to, but I fear I'd go all weak at the knees being in the presence of my heroes. And one eye-to-eye glance from young master Cashin would almost certainly lead to me moistening my trouser region. Nice thought, but no thanks. 🐏

I had similar thoughts after Saturday's game. (Granted Lincoln weren't/aren't that low down). And to a slightly lesser degree, after the Burton game too. That's 3 consecutives games where the "lowly" opposition "haven't appeared to be too bad". I do hope this is merely some sort of coincidence, and not the beginnings of an actual real life pattern forming! 👀

#pisstekker! I'll have you know that not only has my name appeared in the court column of the local rag, but they also published a poem of mine on the readers letter page. Not just any poem, but a passionate poem railing against the naysayers (Oakwood residents, in essence), and rallying for the yeah-sayers to allow that beautiful training ground of ours through the planning stage, up, and built! I hasten to add... We Won! 🐏 ... and I wrote it using a Derbyshire Swan's feather quill, dipped in by own black and white blood, whilst holding said quill between one's teeth. ("One's teeth", not one tooth, yeah!) (My hands were probably otherwise engaged in something equally as passionate, but less shared with the Derby public! 🤓) So yeah, I've had that passion... back in my prime! But... 1/ I ain't no writer. 2/ I ain't creative. 3/ I ain't a professional. 4/ Ergo, I don't need passion to lob a few grumbling words on an internet forum, which by default leaves it open to ridicule. That I can take, without any hint of shame. Those so-called professionals we're discussing... regardless of the tools at their disposal, and regardless of any perceived tethering... do not... should not... be allowed the same excuses. They should feel shame this morning.

I appreciate Warne get's a lot of stick... and at times like this it's difficult to argue against... But there's a particular trait I like... have always liked... in a player. And that's passion! Not for the shirt, per sé. Not for the badge specifically. But for their craft. There's a distinct lack of that right now, and it seemed to be massively magnified last night. Masses of mistakes last night, and yet I don't recall one single hint of a player reacting in a frustrated "must do better" kind of way. No kicking hoardings. No thumping the ground. No heavenwards screaming out in frustration. No bollockings from team mates. No fist pumping encouragement. Even young Cashin was doing this a few weeks back... and it was truly wonderful to witness... but that seems to have gone now (And no, I'm not singling him out intentionally. No effing way!) All we got last night was meek acknowledgements of apology. Lots of stooped shoulders! A half-raised hand of patheticism. (*Looks like I just made that word up, but it's staying in! Fuckem!) If I was the cynical sort (I'm not!), I'd be wondering if they actually cared! Now... I hasten to add... My support of DCFC is currently going through a similar phase. I can laugh it off. I can shrug my shoulders. I can slouch back in my NE Corner seat and not bother singing. (I won't boo, but my silence alone should be deafening to the players!) I can almost appear to those that don't know me as though I don't care. That's not the case, but I certainly don't care as much nowadays as I have done in the past. Of course I've lost SOME of my passion. But that comes with age. That comes with having "Been there before... numerous times". In essence, I've "got an excuse". These players don't have that excuse. They are the now. They are as close to being in their prime as they're likely to be. They should care. They ought to care. They should be taking pride in their craft. They should feel the passion. They ain't clocking in at Royces at 07:40 every morning, to stare at the same old computerised CNC milling machine hour after hour. They ain't driving the same old dirty bus around the same old dirty streets of Derby day in, day out. They ain't staring at spreadsheets shift after shift. Those guys and gals are (arguably) entitled to "plod on". These guys are craftsmen. They are entertainers. They are professional athletes. They have either been gifted with a talent, or indeed they have worked bloody hard to hone themselves that talent. So where is their pride? Where is their passion? Why are they letting their peers down? Why are they letting the supporters down? Why are they LETTING THEMSELVES DOWN? WTF does it look like they don't care? I just can't get my head around that.

Right everyone... back to the finance thread. That'll perk us up! 👀

Don't know anything about that, but it did wonders for my boy. Arguably life saving, so a thumbs up from me.

I'm gonna go double or quits, and start drinking!

f*** me... an extra 5 mins! 😲

No way am I watching this s*** all over again! 😁

Oh yeah! tvvat me! 🤣

Hey! They know Ron Brooks!