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  1. PG Wodehouse from the back of Couhig’s ambulance.
     

    Ah, what a tumultuous tale unfolds at Gussy Finknottles Manor House! If one were to imagine the Derby County players partaking in a pheasant shoot, it appears every bird would have danced away unscathed, much like a troupe of nimble ballerinas. Indeed, the first half saw chances abundant, enough to secure victory in not one, but two football matches! Alas, the sporting fates had other designs, as CBT’s astonishing miss, akin to a comet veering off course, shall surely earn him a place on “Stars in their Eyes” as the inimitable Stevie Wonder—a sensible decision, one might say. How badly we miss the Padel maestro Gayle.

    Washington and NML, though possessing the grace of swans, faltered in the crucial moments of goal-scoring, while set pieces resembled naught but a casual gathering in the local park. However, amidst the chaos, Adams and Cashin displayed the fortitude of knights, with Wildsmith executing a save so sublime it could rouse applause from the heavens.

    Yet, the day’s misfortunes commenced with news of manager and player of the month awards, invoking the dreaded gypsy curse, casting Rams TV pundits, Barker and Bradley as mere manikins sprung from the confines of a Topshop window. Oh, the travails of fate!

    As the stage is set for the final three encounters, one cannot help but wonder: shall the Rams ascend to heroic heights, or shall they falter, like a poorly tuned instrument? Only time will unfurl this gripping drama, as we await the denouement with bated breath.

  2. PG Wodehouse from the Directors box.
     

    Ah, what a jolly spectacle unfolded at Fratton Park this evening! One simply cannot help but marvel at the peculiar charm of this island oasis amidst the tumultuous seas of English football. As the rain hammered down upon the pitch, making it a more suitable surface for Torvill and Dean, it seemed as if the very essence of sporting drama had been distilled into this quaint corner of Portsea Island. Picture, if you will, the gallant clash between two titans of the game, Derby and their valiant hosts, engaged in a battle of wits and skill upon the hallowed turf.

    Twice did Derby gallantly surge ahead, their spirits buoyed by the promise of victory, only to be thwarted by the indomitable Moxon, whose strike left Collins and Thompson resembling naught but ethereal phantoms vanishing with the dawn. Oh, how the Rams’ keeper, Wildsmith, must have felt as though he were soaring through the skies like the legendary Superman, yet clutching in his grasp a shard of Kryptonite, his nerves as shaken as a dry Martini in the hands of a trembling barman.

    Ward, with his brace of goals, appeared poised to secure the coveted three points for his side, yet in the grand scheme of things, it was Derby’s prowess without possession that truly shone. Admirable in their defensive fortitude, they emerged from the fray with a well-earned point, a veritable jewel in their crown that may yet prove pivotal in the grand reckoning of the season.

    And let us not forget the luminous Adams, whose brilliance on the field knows no bounds. One can only imagine the splendour of his performance when fully nourished, like a fine vintage reaching its peak. And what of CBT, growing sharper with each passing game, his assist a thing of beauty akin to a sly fox evading the hounds, waved on by the benevolent hand of Sonny Bradley.

    In the end, it is Warne, contented with his hard-earned point, who leads his bobble-hatted charges forth into the final four games with spirits soaring as high as the lofty spires of Fratton Park. Oh, what joyous tales these grounds do tell, where the drama of the beautiful game unfolds with all the wit and whimsy of a tale spun by the master raconteur himself.

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