hintonsboots

Not surprised really. Even without my Rams goggs on, if I were in the market, Derby would definitely be on my list of clubs to have a very good look at at. One club city, stupidly loyal fanbase, 30K gates in any league and loads of history...
What's not to like?

“Telegraph Sport understands Clowes has held talks with a number of interested groups from around the world since he saved the club from liquidation in the summer of 2022.
Though Derby is not in negotiations with any party at this stage, their return to the Championship has sparked a wave of renewed interest from potential investors.
New investment must fit club’s business model
A source with knowledge of the process said: “David made it clear from the moment he took control of the club that he was open and willing to discuss external investment as long as that investment aligned with the club’s existing business model and principles.
“Over the last few months there have been several interested parties looking at a serious investment proposition but the club have taken no definitive position on those discussions.”
There is no suggestion that Clowes’ company is struggling financially and the plan has always been to seek outside investment.”
 

Inverted wing backs or full backs.  WTF are they?

Wherewithal.
Is it used anywhere else ? He had the wherewithal to log in to Rams TV for example.

The ball switching possession is now called a turnover.  Why?
And commentators saying “he’s beat him in a foot race”.  Well what else were they using to run after the ball?  Were they expecting the defender to jump on bike?

He's ploughing a lone furrow

False No 10
He hit it too well

"Prepare Thunderbirds 1"
"This thread needs more puns"
"If you don't like it, put me on ignore"
"No knees, didn't happen"
"In, out, in, out, shake Warne all about"
"Just sayin'"

Not seen this posted, but thought it was a good example of the spirit in the squad.
I haven't got a clue what most of it means, though! 😉 (Please don't explain.)

Playing through the thirds
Needs to get touch tight
Running into the channels
 

"I haven't seen a replay of the incident yet, but Player XYZ isn't that kind of player"
 

Transition.
When did that word suddenly have a football meaning.
I played football for 25 years and never once heard it mentioned.
Does it mean someone has won a tackle and passed it forward?

Business end of the season is another classic

Any freekick 30 yards out. Decent set piece taker?
This is in "Beckham territory"
This is in "idiakez territory"
Another one is "corridor of uncertainty" when a ball goes between keeper and defenders 6 yards out.

There or there abouts. Or any of Bryan's Gunn's marvellous video compilations tbh.
 

One of the blokes on radio Derby always saying "invariably"

The "Active Present Perfect" tense, that is almost unique to football. Example:
"Didsy's gone down the right, he's beaten the full-back and crossed it, and I've stuck it in the onion bag"

KO 12.30 Pride Park Stadium
Welcome to the Canaries. The Ultimate YoYo club. Just 1 point separates us and we have the same GD, goals for and against. Delia who taught many to boil an egg, still holds 10% of the shares in this well run club that being close to North Norfolk’s wonderful beaches can’t be a bad place to live and it’s also pretty much home turf for PW.
My first match day thread since I joined the forum so hope I haven’t breached any protocols.
To be honest I know pretty much nothing about the the current team except Cameron Jerome is an ex Canary and an ex Ram .. ack .. let’s do this COYR
FRGS Jerry Yates .. the lad deserves one for all the work he’s put in. 
 

Too big a job 

Why am I not on your list ? 

Despite playing for the club with Englands most fickle fans, he was a superb footballer and 63 is no age at all. RIP.
https://www.bbc.co.uk/sport/football/articles/clyl083pxd9o

Girl who went to junior school with my lad was signed by Man City Ladies at one point then subsequently released, think she then went to Everton. Poor kid jumped in front of a train not long after, she was only about 17, absolutely tragic.

Other then NML hitting the post eh?.
They only managed to score from a set piece, so our managers tactics didn't do too badly against a side just down from the prem with parachute payments and prem league players still on their books imo.
I have been very critical of Warne in the past, but up to now I think him and his team are doing a very good job at competing in this league with what he has to work with.

P.G Wodehouse from the directors box.
The scene at Bramhall Lane, ordinarily a bastion of comfort and civility, bore witness to a footballing spectacle that, in terms of both artistry and chaos, could be likened to a rambunctious afternoon at the Drones Club rather than a dignified sporting occasion. Mr and Mrs Clowes seated in their plush, velvet-lined seats, no doubt felt the chill of calamity that had slipped its icy fingers into the balmy warmth of victory’s anticipation, much like a chap luxuriating in a perfectly drawn bath only to have the infernal cold tap turned on by some malevolent spirit.
Down on the pitch, however, the Rams—those plucky, indefatigable blighters—were finding themselves undone by an inability to construct a solid defensive bulwark, their efforts at wall-building as tragically misguided as if one had entrusted the task to a crew of particularly dense bricklayers armed only with trowels, good intentions, and a singularly vague sense of geometry. Poor Zettestrom, he of chiselled visage and unassailable fortitude, found himself betrayed by that most treacherous of comrades, the near post, where the ball slithered past with all the ease of a practiced safe-cracker slipping through a cracked window.
Meanwhile, upfield, Osborn—who might well have been under the impression that he was starring in some bygone rugby league contest—persisted in launching balls skyward in a manner that would have warmed the cockles of Eddie Waring’s heart but did little to advance the Rams’ cause. In attack, our heroes were as bereft of potency as a gathering of elderly gentlemen at their club after too hearty a lunch, and one could not help but wonder if a dash of pharmaceutical encouragement in the half-time oranges might have restored their former zest.
On the touchline, the theatrical tension between Warne and Wilder simmered like an altercation between two harassed fathers at a schoolboy match, their handbags brandished with all the grace and subtlety of a duelling pair of bantam cocks. In the end, though, despite the single-goal deficit and the peculiar trajectory of events, one could hardly call the performance a disgrace; rather, the Rams, though bested by a team freshly descended from the Premier League, had proved that they were more than capable of holding their own, and perhaps next time, with the taps firmly adjusted, they might even leave the field basking in the warm glow of triumph.