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But lo and behold, amidst the tumultuous tempest of the match, Derby’s best centre back found himself out of position, stationed not in the heart of defense where his prowess was most needed, but rather on the flank, a position unfamiliar and ill-suited to his considerable talents. The decision, like a misplaced comma in a sonnet, left spectators scratching their heads in bewilderment.
And as the clock ticked on, the stage was set for a spectacle of managerial antics. Warne, the tactician at the helm of Derby’s destiny, orchestrated a symphony of substitutions that befuddled the senses. Bizarre choices, akin to a chef adding chocolate to a savory stew, left observers questioning the very fabric of reality.
 
P.G Wodehouse match report.

But lo and behold, amidst the tumultuous tempest of the match, Derby’s best centre back found himself out of position, stationed not in the heart of defense where his prowess was most needed, but rather on the flank, a position unfamiliar and ill-suited to his considerable talents. The decision, like a misplaced comma in a sonnet, left spectators scratching their heads in bewilderment.
And as the clock ticked on, the stage was set for a spectacle of managerial antics. Warne, the tactician at the helm of Derby’s destiny, orchestrated a symphony of substitutions that befuddled the senses. Bizarre choices, akin to a chef adding chocolate to a savory stew, left observers questioning the very fabric of reality.
 
P.G Wodehouse match report.

But lo and behold, amidst the tumultuous tempest of the match, Derby’s best centre back found himself out of position, stationed not in the heart of defense where his prowess was most needed, but rather on the flank, a position unfamiliar and ill-suited to his considerable talents. The decision, like a misplaced comma in a sonnet, left spectators scratching their heads in bewilderment.
And as the clock ticked on, the stage was set for a spectacle of managerial antics. Warne, the tactician at the helm of Derby’s destiny, orchestrated a symphony of substitutions that befuddled the senses. Bizarre choices, akin to a chef adding chocolate to a savory stew, left observers questioning the very fabric of reality.
 
P.G Wodehouse match report.

But lo and behold, amidst the tumultuous tempest of the match, Derby’s best centre back found himself out of position, stationed not in the heart of defense where his prowess was most needed, but rather on the flank, a position unfamiliar and ill-suited to his considerable talents. The decision, like a misplaced comma in a sonnet, left spectators scratching their heads in bewilderment.
And as the clock ticked on, the stage was set for a spectacle of managerial antics. Warne, the tactician at the helm of Derby’s destiny, orchestrated a symphony of substitutions that befuddled the senses. Bizarre choices, akin to a chef adding chocolate to a savory stew, left observers questioning the very fabric of reality.
 
P.G Wodehouse match report.

Oh. My. God.
They hadn't won in ages, we're second and at home...why not attack them?
Keep the best centre half in the league at centre half?
An appalling game of league one thud and blunder football, refereed weakly, and gifted by grotesque errors. Repeat of Saturday in many regards.
Bradley had two goes at clearing before he got roasted for the equaliser, and he nearly got caught in possession a few times. 
Not getting into the Warne thing, but I don't think I can commit to 23 more turgid episodes of that sort if we don't get out this time. When's the last time we were properly entertained? Oxford away? At home? Genuinely can't recall.
Cash MoM, Smith, Nyambe and Adams had a pop. There weren't many more could claim to have earnt their wages.
Very, very, very pissed off.

But lo and behold, amidst the tumultuous tempest of the match, Derby’s best centre back found himself out of position, stationed not in the heart of defense where his prowess was most needed, but rather on the flank, a position unfamiliar and ill-suited to his considerable talents. The decision, like a misplaced comma in a sonnet, left spectators scratching their heads in bewilderment.
And as the clock ticked on, the stage was set for a spectacle of managerial antics. Warne, the tactician at the helm of Derby’s destiny, orchestrated a symphony of substitutions that befuddled the senses. Bizarre choices, akin to a chef adding chocolate to a savory stew, left observers questioning the very fabric of reality.
 
P.G Wodehouse match report.

Sounds like a “Specialist adult movie “

But lo and behold, amidst the tumultuous tempest of the match, Derby’s best centre back found himself out of position, stationed not in the heart of defense where his prowess was most needed, but rather on the flank, a position unfamiliar and ill-suited to his considerable talents. The decision, like a misplaced comma in a sonnet, left spectators scratching their heads in bewilderment.
And as the clock ticked on, the stage was set for a spectacle of managerial antics. Warne, the tactician at the helm of Derby’s destiny, orchestrated a symphony of substitutions that befuddled the senses. Bizarre choices, akin to a chef adding chocolate to a savory stew, left observers questioning the very fabric of reality.
 
P.G Wodehouse match report.

But lo and behold, amidst the tumultuous tempest of the match, Derby’s best centre back found himself out of position, stationed not in the heart of defense where his prowess was most needed, but rather on the flank, a position unfamiliar and ill-suited to his considerable talents. The decision, like a misplaced comma in a sonnet, left spectators scratching their heads in bewilderment.
And as the clock ticked on, the stage was set for a spectacle of managerial antics. Warne, the tactician at the helm of Derby’s destiny, orchestrated a symphony of substitutions that befuddled the senses. Bizarre choices, akin to a chef adding chocolate to a savory stew, left observers questioning the very fabric of reality.
 
P.G Wodehouse match report.

As mentioned before can see next season L1 being  a much tougher division to get out of L1 specialists Rotherham and teams like Charlton under Jones will be up there 
let’s get this right no matter what your opinion of Warne is …this division is really poor this season I don’t even think Pompey are that good so this season is a big missed oppurtunity if we don’t go up ….we are no better than any of the sides in the top 6!!!!! And I think with a bit more emphasis on control in games we should be 
Wildsmith was very rash tonight and substitutions were poor and couldn’t understand moving Cashin to LB ….bizarre 

Shows how sh1t this league really is.

Feeling under the weather?
Perhaps you're on a club record equalling amount of games without a win?
Apprehensive about taking on one of the top two, away from home, who've also wrenched one of your better players away from you recently?
Give Dr Derby a call, and all will be right in the morning.
 

Bl**dy rubbish.

Now the time starts 

Sounds like a “Specialist adult movie “

Sounds like a “Specialist adult movie “