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You say that, but he's a bald bloke of average height, wearing glasses. I must have smacked 15 of them since his departure, and I'm not convinced I've rooted him out yet.

@The Baron struggling for clicks without Derby to talk about.

It better be sunny when we play Bristol, I'll definitely be needing the sunglasses on.

I think B4s Derby County Forum would be perfect.

Stunned and saddened in equal measures. RIP Daniel, you've touched more lives than you'll ever know.

Now the real prime minister has cracked down on the scummy charities dishing out shelter, Go Outdoors have been left with a mountain of surplus stock to shift. There's a new sign outside my local branch, "Now is the winter of our discount tents". I'm here all week, try the kosher lamb.

I see him driving upfield, in the shirt I love. I'm like Fa-pet-u. He plays in the pocket, and looks pretty tough, I'm like Fa-pet-u, wears 40-2.

Over 4000 children have died so far in Gaza, according to the supplied figures. Either Israel aren't targeting the strikes as clinically as they want us to believe, or Hamas have the most engaged Cubs and Scout movement in history.

Jonathan Pie on tour soon. Probably his best yet.

And yet, Collins still managed to be 5 yds behind them.

There's maybe other reasons why Palestinians don't come out and condemn Hamas. Fear being one. https://www.amnesty.org/en/latest/news/2015/05/gaza-palestinians-tortured-summarily-killed-by-hamas-forces-during-2014-conflict/

Has the season finished? Thank God, it was dreadful.

We'll win this, comfortably.

In fairness, the same players had 2 goes at the elbow.

Braverman has responded, calling the march in support of Palestine, which is not intended to go anywhere near the Cenotaph, deliberately so, a March of Hate. I'd suggest she fits all 3 of Cummins descriptions of civil servants and politicians.

Lancashire Hotpots in a couple of weeks, Big Special a few weeks later, then Bruce Springsteen in Cardiff, early May. I can't find a decent hotel for love nor money, so stopping in Hereford and catching the train in.

Looks like he has found the McClaren playbook. Nice.

I'd like to add, it's a moot point, not a mute point. Otherwise, carry on.

They've also got Budvar dark 500ml bottles on offer at £1.79. It's getting quite hard to obtain that now.

Please stop. It's quite obvious these are not your own thoughts, and the constant copy and pasting is frankly doing my head in.

I think we've reached the point now, when a manager starts clutching at straws, desperately trying something new to stave off the seemingly inevitable parting of the ways. I'd imagine tomorrow's training session will see Sonny Badley up front, Josh Vickers banging it long up to him, and James Collins so far offside he's mostly retrieving the ball for goal kicks. Warne will return to the managers office in despair, coffee in one hand, Winter 2023/23 holiday brochure in the other. He'll thump his head on the desk in sheer frustration, and begin typing out his resignation letter. "FFS, even this desk is against me" he'll moan, as his fingers struggle to hit the right keys as the table wobbles precariously back and forth. Investigating further, he realises the force of the head butt has dislodged a dusty old folder being used to even out the wonky desk legs. He picks up the folder, expecting its probably just some old accounting ledger we didn't want the EFL to see, and wipes the dust from the cover. 'The Steve McClaren playbook'. He opens it gingerly, like Indiana Jones opened the Ark, and gazes in rapt wonder at its contents. He realises, for the first time in his life, that the ball serves its purpose better on the floor, passing can be better than running, and effort is no substitute for ability. He slides the holiday brochure back under the table leg, and sets to work typing up his new vision of football management, ready to impart this knowledge of his staff and players, and before we know it, the Rams are flying up the table. All I needed was time, he'll declare to the local media upon automatic promotion in April 2024. Prologue. It's October 2024, and the Rams are struggling to establish themselves back in the Championship. The fans are unhappy, the owner's coming under pressure to make a change, so Paul dips once again into his managerial bible. It's done him so well, so far, but try as he might he can't find any answers. He knows there's a section called Plan B, but he's never had to delve that deeply, all his prayers had been answered in the first section, so he was saving Plan B for the Prem. Needs must though, so he turns the page eagerly. Plan B. It's blank, obviously, apart from a picture of a giant mug, and a Newcastle telephone no.

Wash your dirty mouth out.

Looked like he lashed out, kung-fu style, after being knocked off balance. However, he was on ice, so maybe it wasn't as deliberate as it looked.