Ram Logan Josh

spot on my friend.....its still not that appetising a journey back.....
 

Im sure there will a warm welcome as ever in MoodHoover Towers when i crash back in c3am...?

Must be one of the Children of the Revolution, and not easily fooled.

No worries. Unless he’s got away membership he wouldn’t have got a ticket anyway.?

Check your mirrors and look over your shoulder ?

We recently updated that advert. Much better I think.

Hey @Mucker1884 no need to apologise and I wasn't getting at you at all.  I thought the sombreros were a great idea. 
My son refused to wear his until he'd seen someone inside PP other than me wearing one.  Perhaps there were 30,000+ other fans thinking exactly the same.  'I'll show you mine if you show me yours...' 

David is an anchor
he wears an anchors hat
he used to live in Derby
he's now a grimsby t wat
he went out with Boycie
and couldn't drink his ale
and now he's put the jinx on
were bound to lose to Vale

I loved your sombrero idea. Not our fault others didnt have the style to carry off!

Thanks Kev!

At least I've already got various bobble and beanie hats.  I invested heavily in sombreros for me and my son, which were only worn once. Nearly caused a run on the pound...

At least I've already got various bobble and beanie hats.  I invested heavily in sombreros for me and my son, which were only worn once. Nearly caused a run on the pound...

Is this going to be like the grand sombrero plan………..then only six of us turn up wearing them??

Stick on heated rear windows! Brilliant.  Then you had to be careful wiping the window forever afterwards in case you damaged the element...
Try telling that to the kids of today!
 

Stick on heated rear windows! Brilliant.  Then you had to be careful wiping the window forever afterwards in case you damaged the element...
Try telling that to the kids of today!
 

Feu Orange air freashners still going

Cambridge United (Away)
The first time we ever played them was 16th August 1980 in League Division Two (The Championship in old money).
It was the first game of the season after relegation from Division One at the end of the previous season.
Thousands of Derby fans travelled to Cambridge, I think officially it was 3,000 but it seemed as if many more made the journey. Maybe not all of them got into the Abbey Stadium...
My personal journey and one of my most vivid memories went something like this.
7 of us left Uttoxeter at 7am in a Ford Anglia van driven by a bloke who was a builder and became my best man at my wedding three years later. By the time we were on the A50 going toward Sudbury the first cans and bottles were open, cigarettes (mostly Players No.6) were being smoked, and that was just the driver.
We got somewhere near Leicester and had to stop for petrol, the driver got dogs abuse because we'd paid up front whilst in the pub the night before. He protested that he had filled up but we didn't believe him. We had to stop again somewhere near Thrapston on the A14, this time we had a look and the petrol tank was leaking!
We stopped at a road side pub soon after that was full of Derby fans, we got our beers and sat outside with loads of others. We saw a large van in the car park and witnessed some lads lifting one of the beer garden bench tables into the van. These lads explained there was 15 of them and no seats in the back, seemed reasonable at the time. A couple of them tried to put the swing from the kids play area in as well but they were thwarted in their endeavours by the others.
As we drove away from the pub we passed a large gentleman riding one of those bikes with a shopping basket on the front through this quiet village waving a Derby scarf above his head singing "we'll be back in "81".
On arrival at Cambridge, the car park was a field next to the ground. People were saying the pubs were full or not letting Derby fans in so we settled down on the grass, luckily we had more beer than petrol, the sun was out so a couple went off to a shop for sandwiches and pasties while we enjoyed the atmosphere. 
The van we saw earlier turned up and the lads unloaded the pub table, complete with umbrella and the bloke on the bike, still singing "we'll be back in 81".
It was surreal but absolutely hilarious, the whole field was in great humour. As kick off time approached, people were packing up preparing to enter the ground when someone thought it would be good craic to open a gate adjacent to the field and let 30 odd cows stroll into the car park. Derby fans were laughing and trying to herd them onto the road, one lad even tried to lead one toward the ground but the cow was having none of it.
The police and stewards didn't know what to do, they were trying to control the cows while Derby fans were bunking into the stadium. Total chaos.
The away end was as full as an egg, spilling over onto the touchline at times, we lost 3-0, welcome to relegation.
We had a drink with a minibus full of Ilson lads somewhere on the way back, when we left the pub a couple of them were taking the one arm bandit apart for the cash while the rest were lined up at the bar shielding the activity. Bad lads from Ilson back then!
On the drive back we had to fill up the Anglia van twice more due to the petrol leak before arriving on the outskirts of Nottingham.
We all needed the toilet and a drink so we pulled into a place called, I think,  the Nottingham Knight. It was a hotel bar, quite posh for the time until us lot piled in, we sat in this lobby type space with our beers when someone noticed a glass display cabinet with photos of the gumps European Cup team in it. A Doc Marten went straight through the cabinet followed by outrage from the locals and no effs given by us. A bit of a brawl ensued in the car park before our battered, leaking, tired Anglia van somehow got us away and back home without us getting a good kicking or arrested.
 
I hope everyone going to Cambridge on Saturday has an equally memorable day out. ?
 
 
 
 
 

Whilst I would never publicly show I don’t like him, I really don’t like him.
He’s a qualified accountant. He would have known more than anybody else, including Mel Morris, how dire the situation was. His role as CFO was to stop exactly what happened from happening.
If Mel went totally against what he advised then I’d fully expect him to walk out of the club in protest. He could have walked in to another job without any problems at all and the least he could do after it all went bang was sort out the mess.
I’ve worked in a PLC before where I’ve seen the Finance Director walk as they didn’t agree with underhand practices of the company which was forced from the shareholders.
There’s how many businesses that have got absolute peanuts in the pound from Derby as a result of what they did. Those responsible should not be allowed to be a director at another company again.
As I’ve said, I’ll never boo or do anything to cause a negative atmosphere, but he will never be a Ram to me. 

Let's be having you!
 

He also says
"... I've forced myself to drink more..."*. 
Following the Rams has also forced me to drink more, so he'll fit right in!
*I think he's talking about proper hydration in the article...

He also says
"... I've forced myself to drink more..."*. 
Following the Rams has also forced me to drink more, so he'll fit right in!
*I think he's talking about proper hydration in the article...

Warne! Huh! What is he good for?
Absolutely nothing. Say it again.

Let's be having you!
 

He also says
"... I've forced myself to drink more..."*. 
Following the Rams has also forced me to drink more, so he'll fit right in!
*I think he's talking about proper hydration in the article...

I've not read all 16 pages of comments, as I've  only just heard this news.
For an insight into Paul Warne, I recommend listening to the Moment of Truth podcast series on BBC Sounds.  It's an excellent listen and compares and contrasts the fortunes of Warne and Karl Robinson as Rotherham and Oxford try to get promoted to the Championship.
I think Warne comes over really well, intelligent and articulate, dedicated and able to motivate his players and staff.  Robinson just comes over as a foul-mouthed, shouty scouser.