kevinhectoring

Quite enjoyed Tuesday’s A38 Derby 

You obviously don’t believe in karma. First  ‘why don’t the efl just promote us now ?’  (look what that did for our winning streak) and now this. Please drink at least one pedigree today and tomorrow to restore the cosmic balance 

Quite enjoyed Tuesday’s A38 Derby 

Quite enjoyed Tuesday’s A38 Derby 

You obviously don’t believe in karma. First  ‘why don’t the efl just promote us now ?’  (look what that did for our winning streak) and now this. Please drink at least one pedigree today and tomorrow to restore the cosmic balance 

Nah, I'll have a 7up instead and prove that it's a load of nonsense as we won't be 7up by half time.

You obviously don’t believe in karma. First  ‘why don’t the efl just promote us now ?’  (look what that did for our winning streak) and now this. Please drink at least one pedigree today and tomorrow to restore the cosmic balance 

The one thing that impressed me last night was our tempo when in attack. If you want to get the best out of Bird, Sibley, NML, Knight and McGoldrick we need movement off the ball and to gamble on passes. Thought we were quite effective with that last night.

You already on the peddy?

This should be the pre-match entertainment before every game. Poor Rammie and Ewie lol.

Better than Banks. Wildsmith used his left hand 

These local derbys are a complete lottery that’s the problem we’ve got. Somehow we need to release the tension from the local rivalry and that’s a lot to do with showing respect for them and their fine town, and a bit of humility as the big local rivals. A short ceremony before the game is the way. Warne can buy a keg of Marston’s pedigree to be ceremoniously driven onto the pitch say in a golf buggy applauded by the Derby squad and put on a stand in the semi circle before the game.  Just before kick off each of our players pours a small glass (it’s what Jonah Barrington did before some of his biggest games). Then they line up on the half way line, haka like, but instead of sticking their tongues out and snarling at the Burton lot they smile appreciatively as they sip the nectar from the sweet gypsum-infused waters of the Trent and say in unison “a fine drop of ale fellas and much better than anything our town has ever produced” (then under their breaths, “oh except for that bangin’ China the queen (rip) loves and them fighter engines that did for Goering and oh those dull and dark paintings by the Wright bloke - and Colin Todd obviously  ”). Then Richard Keogh (in receipt of a fee of £2m)  lands by parachute not very close to the semi circle (he missed obviously), drinks the rest of the keg (36 pints) stares at a few people gormlessly then gets into the golf buggy and drives in a very wiggly line towards the tunnel running over both Rammie and Ewie on the way before turning the buggie over and crushing himself. The carnage is quickly cleared, the Burton players are confused and traumatised by the spectacle and McGoldrick scores two hat tricks in the first half (yawn)

Was reassuring to have Fozzie and Curtis at the back. Overall I think we benefit having their experience on the pitch. Hope Curtis has an ice bath before getting on the coach
 
Also hope PW continues with Sibley playing high. He didn’t have a great game but he needs a proper chance and I think he could score some vital goals in the next 3 games 

Fullers ESB actually but I still think it would work 

These local derbys are a complete lottery that’s the problem we’ve got. Somehow we need to release the tension from the local rivalry and that’s a lot to do with showing respect for them and their fine town, and a bit of humility as the big local rivals. A short ceremony before the game is the way. Warne can buy a keg of Marston’s pedigree to be ceremoniously driven onto the pitch say in a golf buggy applauded by the Derby squad and put on a stand in the semi circle before the game.  Just before kick off each of our players pours a small glass (it’s what Jonah Barrington did before some of his biggest games). Then they line up on the half way line, haka like, but instead of sticking their tongues out and snarling at the Burton lot they smile appreciatively as they sip the nectar from the sweet gypsum-infused waters of the Trent and say in unison “a fine drop of ale fellas and much better than anything our town has ever produced” (then under their breaths, “oh except for that bangin’ China the queen (rip) loves and them fighter engines that did for Goering and oh those dull and dark paintings by the Wright bloke - and Colin Todd obviously  ”). Then Richard Keogh (in receipt of a fee of £2m)  lands by parachute not very close to the semi circle (he missed obviously), drinks the rest of the keg (36 pints) stares at a few people gormlessly then gets into the golf buggy and drives in a very wiggly line towards the tunnel running over both Rammie and Ewie on the way before turning the buggie over and crushing himself. The carnage is quickly cleared, the Burton players are confused and traumatised by the spectacle and McGoldrick scores two hat tricks in the first half (yawn)

Hey ok I wrote it too quickly 

These local derbys are a complete lottery that’s the problem we’ve got. Somehow we need to release the tension from the local rivalry and that’s a lot to do with showing respect for them and their fine town, and a bit of humility as the big local rivals. A short ceremony before the game is the way. Warne can buy a keg of Marston’s pedigree to be ceremoniously driven onto the pitch say in a golf buggy applauded by the Derby squad and put on a stand in the semi circle before the game.  Just before kick off each of our players pours a small glass (it’s what Jonah Barrington did before some of his biggest games). Then they line up on the half way line, haka like, but instead of sticking their tongues out and snarling at the Burton lot they smile appreciatively as they sip the nectar from the sweet gypsum-infused waters of the Trent and say in unison “a fine drop of ale fellas and much better than anything our town has ever produced” (then under their breaths, “oh except for that bangin’ China the queen (rip) loves and them fighter engines that did for Goering and oh those dull and dark paintings by the Wright bloke - and Colin Todd obviously  ”). Then Richard Keogh (in receipt of a fee of £2m)  lands by parachute not very close to the semi circle (he missed obviously), drinks the rest of the keg (36 pints) stares at a few people gormlessly then gets into the golf buggy and drives in a very wiggly line towards the tunnel running over both Rammie and Ewie on the way before turning the buggie over and crushing himself. The carnage is quickly cleared, the Burton players are confused and traumatised by the spectacle and McGoldrick scores two hat tricks in the first half (yawn)

These local derbys are a complete lottery that’s the problem we’ve got. Somehow we need to release the tension from the local rivalry and that’s a lot to do with showing respect for them and their fine town, and a bit of humility as the big local rivals. A short ceremony before the game is the way. Warne can buy a keg of Marston’s pedigree to be ceremoniously driven onto the pitch say in a golf buggy applauded by the Derby squad and put on a stand in the semi circle before the game.  Just before kick off each of our players pours a small glass (it’s what Jonah Barrington did before some of his biggest games). Then they line up on the half way line, haka like, but instead of sticking their tongues out and snarling at the Burton lot they smile appreciatively as they sip the nectar from the sweet gypsum-infused waters of the Trent and say in unison “a fine drop of ale fellas and much better than anything our town has ever produced” (then under their breaths, “oh except for that bangin’ China the queen (rip) loves and them fighter engines that did for Goering and oh those dull and dark paintings by the Wright bloke - and Colin Todd obviously  ”). Then Richard Keogh (in receipt of a fee of £2m)  lands by parachute not very close to the semi circle (he missed obviously), drinks the rest of the keg (36 pints) stares at a few people gormlessly then gets into the golf buggy and drives in a very wiggly line towards the tunnel running over both Rammie and Ewie on the way before turning the buggie over and crushing himself. The carnage is quickly cleared, the Burton players are confused and traumatised by the spectacle and McGoldrick scores two hat tricks in the first half (yawn)

These local derbys are a complete lottery that’s the problem we’ve got. Somehow we need to release the tension from the local rivalry and that’s a lot to do with showing respect for them and their fine town, and a bit of humility as the big local rivals. A short ceremony before the game is the way. Warne can buy a keg of Marston’s pedigree to be ceremoniously driven onto the pitch say in a golf buggy applauded by the Derby squad and put on a stand in the semi circle before the game.  Just before kick off each of our players pours a small glass (it’s what Jonah Barrington did before some of his biggest games). Then they line up on the half way line, haka like, but instead of sticking their tongues out and snarling at the Burton lot they smile appreciatively as they sip the nectar from the sweet gypsum-infused waters of the Trent and say in unison “a fine drop of ale fellas and much better than anything our town has ever produced” (then under their breaths, “oh except for that bangin’ China the queen (rip) loves and them fighter engines that did for Goering and oh those dull and dark paintings by the Wright bloke - and Colin Todd obviously  ”). Then Richard Keogh (in receipt of a fee of £2m)  lands by parachute not very close to the semi circle (he missed obviously), drinks the rest of the keg (36 pints) stares at a few people gormlessly then gets into the golf buggy and drives in a very wiggly line towards the tunnel running over both Rammie and Ewie on the way before turning the buggie over and crushing himself. The carnage is quickly cleared, the Burton players are confused and traumatised by the spectacle and McGoldrick scores two hat tricks in the first half (yawn)

In knight’s defence, if you’re Irish and swear at someone, it’s not deemed abusive. It’s technically referred to as craic.  Did by any chance the kid have red hair and freckles ?

so nice not to wake up this morning thinking : “well bugger. That’s this season just about done “ 😊 

In knight’s defence, if you’re Irish and swear at someone, it’s not deemed abusive. It’s technically referred to as craic.  Did by any chance the kid have red hair and freckles ?

Easy mistake but I think he’s 22 

so nice not to wake up this morning thinking : “well bugger. That’s this season just about done “ 😊 

On a par 🤣