Ken Tram

This hurts! I have got used to being in the Championship, but reading, "The Second Division," sounds so much worse!

Not sure many will agree with that ?
Glad you're all sorted now.

This hurts! I have got used to being in the Championship, but reading, "The Second Division," sounds so much worse!

... from the previous page.
From this page!
Wow - thanks rynny - that was a neat trick and I'm not sure that I would have worked it out! As you say, I had to click into the "new post" box/window (I think, after navigating to the next page in the thread, but before selecting the new quote) which then brought up the black pop-up window asking if I wanted to clear restored content, and clicking the X to close that pop-up, in order to select the second quote.
rynny is a genius!

I think I have figured this out.
Quote what you want to quote on the first page, then when you go to the next page click on your quote box, click the cross that asks if you wish to clear the quote box, then quote the next parts you wish to quote. 

When you click on the quote box in the second page it should come up like this. 

This hurts! I have got used to being in the Championship, but reading, "The Second Division," sounds so much worse!

Testing
 
 
Just tried what you said, and this is how it appeared for me. I'm on Android and using Chrome. 
Maybe try clearing the cache, could help. @Davidmay have a better suggestion ?‍♂️

This hurts! I have got used to being in the Championship, but reading, "The Second Division," sounds so much worse!

This hurts! I have got used to being in the Championship, but reading, "The Second Division," sounds so much worse!

This hurts! I have got used to being in the Championship, but reading, "The Second Division," sounds so much worse!

Sorry mate, long tail with no ending. 
First time I've put it down in words, and no idea why I did.

I had something similar, 20 odd years ago. 
Kept getting cryptic notes pushed through the door every Wednesday, started off rambling nonsense, but gradually got more threatening. 
One day I happened to be home, heard the letterbox go and looked to see what it was, another note. Went outside to see what if anyone was around, but the street was deserted, it was snowing though so I could follow the footsteps which seemed to go next door, I'd never even seen who, if anyone, lived there.
Called the police, and a few days later they sent someone round. We showed him the notes we'd been sent and I told them I thought it may be next door. The coppers had a look, and said although the notes were disturbing there probably wasn't anything criminal about them. We agreed tbh, and they left us a card to contact them if it carried on. 
We woke up the next morning to another note 'Way too much paranoia, now you'll die'. Whoever was sending the notes was obviously close enough to be watching, which was a terrifying thought in your own home. 
Called the cops, who said it still probably didn't meet the threshold for intervention, and recommended I stay at home on a Wednesday and try to catch the person in the act.
We hatched a plan, my Brother in Law came over Tuesday night and stayed over, then Wednesday morning I'd make out I was taking the missus to work as normal, but park around the corner and sneak back into the flat via the back window.
The missus went to bed Tuesday night as normal, and between the two of us we did a large bottle of Bombay, for Dutch courage I suppose.
Everything went as planned Weds morning, apart from the massive hangover! 
I was sat waiting when the letterbox went, flung the door open and collared the bugger. It was the bloke next door.
His house alarm then triggered, and he begged me to let him switch it off, but I wanted the neighbours looking out on the commotion, and calling the police, even though my Bro was already on it.
We lived in maisonettes, us downstairs and him next door upstairs, so I pushed him back down the gap between the buildings and asked him WTF he was playing at?
I told him he'd put me and the missus through 6 months of misery, and the little swine smirked, so I smacked him one in the temple, not a proud moment.
He asked if he could get his cigarettes out of his inside jacket pocket, I didn't see no harm in that so let him. About 30 minutes later the police turned up, he immediately moaned I'd twatted him, which I denied despite the egg like lump on his head, and I explained my side of the story. Then the officers we'd spoke to previously turned up and took control of the situation, calmed him down and sat him in the back of the car, then went to turn his alarm off.
A few minutes later, the PC came to talk to me. While turning off the alarm, he'd taken a gander round the flat. The fella next door had pushed all his wardrobes against the windows, to keep the devil out, and had a wall decorated with pictures of me and the missus identifying us as evil with our eyes gouged out etc! We'd never even clapped eyes on him.
The PC explained that unless he agreed to be sectioned, he'd probably be home that night and we should stay alert, which frankly terrified us.
An hour later, we received a call from the same officer, who told us that when he was searched at the station they'd pulled out 6 butchers knifes from the same jacket pocket his cigarettes where in! On the plus side, this meant he would be unlikely released that evening, but he couldn't guarantee anything long term, and we should stay vigilant.
We didn't hear anything more from the police after that point, no statement taken or anything, so spent the next few days in fear of seeing a light on or movement next door. 
It was pure luck the missus mentioned it to a colleague at her work, who's husband was a high up in the force. Within a few hours, we'd found out he'd been sectioned for 28 days in a secure facility. Then a week later he took a bath with a plugged in iron, to bring the tale to a wretched conclusion.
Care in the community they called it, but he'd not received care for far too long.
For months later, I'd see him everywhere I looked, the same shock on his face that I'd hurt him, and feel the same disgust that I did all over again. 
A few months later we bumped into his parents clearing out the flat, a nodded head acknowledgement with no words, but I can still now see the fire in his mother's eyes as we crossed paths.
 

Does this make him eligible for a claim for funfair dismissal?

Just been on the blower to Old Tricky Ricky to establish the facts of the case. He was adamant that not only was he sober but that he was also wearing a seatbelt. By way of evidence, he kindly provided the SnapChat video below...

Well he's not fit to do the job...

Slightly off topic, but just thinking; if opposition supporters start singing;
”Richard Keogh, he should of walked home”.....
Get the reply;
”he doesn’t work for us, he doesn’t work for us....” etc etc
(sorry, hungover)

I had hoped our academy players would know better than to consume alcohol. It's one of the major contributing factors which prevents promising youngsters from fulfilling their potential - increased risk of injury, slower recovery time, lower stamina, lower performance levels, etc... I think we all know it's easy to be peer pressured into drinking at a young age, so I can only imagine what it could be like for a young player trying to bond with senior first team players. I expect our clubs hopes for as many as possible of our players reach their full potential. Therefore, I'd also expect our club to offer every single player as much support as possible to avoid alcohol and other substances/activities which is in conflict with that aim.
We should have enough former players who have experienced alcoholism in the past, who we could visit academy players to tell their stories. Former academy players would be a good start as they're more relatable  - Adam Murray being one such example. Paul McGrath being another former player who struggled/struggles with alcoholism. Gary Charles is even a councilor to young footballers. I believe one of our current U18s, Jaden, is his son so I'd be surprised if Gary wasn't willing to offer some support to our academy or to the rest of the club.

I can’t recall whether this has been posted before
https://www.lancs.live/sport/football/football-news/blackburn-rovers-boss-tony-mowbray-17007136
 
Blackburn Rovers boss Tony Mowbray on Bradley Johnson's connection to Derby County incident

People get sacked for being unable to do their job ... even when it's not their fault ... let alone when it is.
I do feel very sorry for Richard Keogh because it must be horrible to get sacked.
I hope that he can take comfort from having enjoyed a career involving international football, earning astronomical sums, and regularly having his name chanted by thousands in adoration. (I'm not being sarcastic!)
Going forwards, there are many jobs that he can do to earn a living with a gammy leg - and many people do start new careers in their 30s.
And, if he is sad about leaving the team, he can still be part of the wider-team, and get a season ticket, and stand (or sit) side-by-side with the other fans.

Not really, he's never going to get a better offer.
It's take £3k and downsize to a smaller mansion, make a fraction of that as a pundit and live in a normal house or get a job as a big brother contestant impersonator and live in a flat above a chippy.
Richard Keogh, the first footballer to lose a million pounds when his teammate hit the post. 

I hold the forum in high esteem! X

I hold the forum in high esteem! X

Think the club are well within their rights here.
Presumably the insurance doesn't cover the player (wages) in this case given the circumstances.

trouble is that he is not competent to do the job he is paid for and he was contributory to the reasons why