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PB in a tracksuit tonight.
You really are Phil Brown.
You really are Phil Brown.
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The PB Diaries
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PB in a tracksuit tonight.
You really are Phil Brown.
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BrettieAngell
THE ROCK GOD
:hilarious::hilarious::hilarious::hilarious:
Kevin Hogg
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Errrr back to Next Phil. Bin the tracksuit!
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Fancy getting all the way to Cov and realising you've forgotten your tracky bottoms. Luckily Jack Payne had left his in the bottom of the kit bag.
Friday 17th March 2017
Me car's coming in for some criticism this week. Yer see, I've jazzed it up a bit with some spoilers, stripes, alloys and some snazzy seats. I likes it, as it gives me a little bit of luxury and class. It's a tad unreliable, but man when it flies, it's the best thing in the town. Most people, though, can't see it and think I should just have one with a good engine that gets me from A to B, with no frills. They cannae understand. Yer sometimes need a touch of flair, in life!
Since we demolished those goons from Coventry, I decided to take the lads to Cheltenham for the horse racing. I'd been invited by me old friend from Talksh*te, Alan Brazil. He'd got us a private box, but he said only over 18's, so I had to leave Ted Smith behind, on account that he is young and naïve and not up to it. Brazil is a bit nuts and knows nothing about football and often puts his foot in it, like that Bob Monkhouse incident, but likes his horse racing and getting tanked up to the eyeballs, so I figured it'll be a laugh.
The lads all had a flutter. Nile kept picking the horses wearing blinkers, whilst Cokes liked the ones with the best pony tails. Lenny chose the thoroughbreds and Will went for the stayers. Wordy, though, seemed to keep picking the non-runners. The fool! .. We left after the fifth race, as Brazil was getting a bit OTT and banging on about Ipswich Town and the master Dutchmen, Arnold Mural and Frans Tierack and how my team were sh*te in comparison. Then he passed out under a table, so we made our excuses and left him to it!
Also, Ted had called me saying the Echo needed some boll*x to write about Saturday, so I tells him to say that we are up for the play-off push and that Amos might get a game. That should keep them happy.
So, tomorrow, it's the turn of Walsall. Nothing but a win will be enough. I'm planning to put me strongest team out and reward those that played well on Tuesday, so I've asked the FA if I can start the game with 15 players. They said they'd get back to me. I'm not hopeful, but if yer don't ask and all that, eh!
Reet, me dry cleaners are back from Tenerife today, so I'm gonna get me suit for tomorrow. Yep, the tracksuit was a one-off and frankly it's not me, being one of those tracksuit managers like Danny Cowbell. They did well, those lads, didn't they?! .. I'm pleased for them, though not too pleased, as they'll be after me job next!
Enjoy the game tomorrow. Here's to another 3 points! :thumbsup:
Me car's coming in for some criticism this week. Yer see, I've jazzed it up a bit with some spoilers, stripes, alloys and some snazzy seats. I likes it, as it gives me a little bit of luxury and class. It's a tad unreliable, but man when it flies, it's the best thing in the town. Most people, though, can't see it and think I should just have one with a good engine that gets me from A to B, with no frills. They cannae understand. Yer sometimes need a touch of flair, in life!
Since we demolished those goons from Coventry, I decided to take the lads to Cheltenham for the horse racing. I'd been invited by me old friend from Talksh*te, Alan Brazil. He'd got us a private box, but he said only over 18's, so I had to leave Ted Smith behind, on account that he is young and naïve and not up to it. Brazil is a bit nuts and knows nothing about football and often puts his foot in it, like that Bob Monkhouse incident, but likes his horse racing and getting tanked up to the eyeballs, so I figured it'll be a laugh.
The lads all had a flutter. Nile kept picking the horses wearing blinkers, whilst Cokes liked the ones with the best pony tails. Lenny chose the thoroughbreds and Will went for the stayers. Wordy, though, seemed to keep picking the non-runners. The fool! .. We left after the fifth race, as Brazil was getting a bit OTT and banging on about Ipswich Town and the master Dutchmen, Arnold Mural and Frans Tierack and how my team were sh*te in comparison. Then he passed out under a table, so we made our excuses and left him to it!
Also, Ted had called me saying the Echo needed some boll*x to write about Saturday, so I tells him to say that we are up for the play-off push and that Amos might get a game. That should keep them happy.
So, tomorrow, it's the turn of Walsall. Nothing but a win will be enough. I'm planning to put me strongest team out and reward those that played well on Tuesday, so I've asked the FA if I can start the game with 15 players. They said they'd get back to me. I'm not hopeful, but if yer don't ask and all that, eh!
Reet, me dry cleaners are back from Tenerife today, so I'm gonna get me suit for tomorrow. Yep, the tracksuit was a one-off and frankly it's not me, being one of those tracksuit managers like Danny Cowbell. They did well, those lads, didn't they?! .. I'm pleased for them, though not too pleased, as they'll be after me job next!
Enjoy the game tomorrow. Here's to another 3 points! :thumbsup:
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Suffolk Shrimper In Dorset
Director⭐⭐
Three weeks have passed since I wrote me note
But I should have known this right from the start
Only Boss can keep me together
Boss can mend me life
But Boss can break me heart
I'll send an(other) SOS to the Boss, I'll send an(other) SOS to the Boss
I hope that someone gets my, I hope that someone gets my, I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle
Walked out this morning
Don't believe what I saw
A hundred billion David Moonies
Washed up on the shore
Seems I'm not alone at being alone
A hundred billion castaways
Looking to get home
Up the Vale. Help. Horts x
Sunday 19th March 2017
I've had loads of twits on me twittergram account, thanking me for me new formation, saying it worked a treat and was perfect for what we needed. Admittedly they're all from Walsall, but at least some people appreciate what I'm trying to do!
Yer see, I had so many strikers to choose from that it was doing me heed in and so I decided to just pick the tallest one and we'd spend the match chipping balls onto his heed. I had Macca, Cokes and Will practicing them and it was working well in training. That said, there were no defenders around and one of those statue practice goalkeepers, but Nile was bagging 3 out of 10, so I thought I'd give it a go.
Plus, Amos' teacher, Mr Hotspur, had collared me in the Staff Room on Friday morning, demanding that his boy played a match. I figured he's mustard keen and always turns up for training, so I'd give him a try. I'd also promised Wordy another match and Lenny still had some battery power left, so that's how I picked me side. Also, I don't believe in changing a winning team, except benching one of the strikers that helped us win!
Still, what aboot me substitutions, eh?! .. I didn't hang aboot and soon got Frank Moosey on and man did he deliver with those two goals. Changed the game, that did. I was beaming one of me big smiles, when Coghs reminded me that we didn't retain Moosey in the summer and he'd scored for the oppo! .. How was I to know that!
Ron spoke to me at half-time and said if I didn't get our expensive signings on in the second half, he's gonna come on the pitch at the end and announce me sacking, so I gave it 5 minutes, to show I'm in charge and then released Demi, Theo and Coxy to win us the game .. Never in doubt, eh!
Ron came marching on the pitch at the end, though, face like thunder, only to find we'd won, even though when he looked at the scoreboard, we were losing 3-2 .. He was reet embarrassed and I was laughing all the way to the changing room, as I'd pulled a right flanker and no error!
Anyway, enjoy yer Sunday guys and gals .. In the play-off spots again .. See you at Wembley!
I've had loads of twits on me twittergram account, thanking me for me new formation, saying it worked a treat and was perfect for what we needed. Admittedly they're all from Walsall, but at least some people appreciate what I'm trying to do!
Yer see, I had so many strikers to choose from that it was doing me heed in and so I decided to just pick the tallest one and we'd spend the match chipping balls onto his heed. I had Macca, Cokes and Will practicing them and it was working well in training. That said, there were no defenders around and one of those statue practice goalkeepers, but Nile was bagging 3 out of 10, so I thought I'd give it a go.
Plus, Amos' teacher, Mr Hotspur, had collared me in the Staff Room on Friday morning, demanding that his boy played a match. I figured he's mustard keen and always turns up for training, so I'd give him a try. I'd also promised Wordy another match and Lenny still had some battery power left, so that's how I picked me side. Also, I don't believe in changing a winning team, except benching one of the strikers that helped us win!
Still, what aboot me substitutions, eh?! .. I didn't hang aboot and soon got Frank Moosey on and man did he deliver with those two goals. Changed the game, that did. I was beaming one of me big smiles, when Coghs reminded me that we didn't retain Moosey in the summer and he'd scored for the oppo! .. How was I to know that!
Ron spoke to me at half-time and said if I didn't get our expensive signings on in the second half, he's gonna come on the pitch at the end and announce me sacking, so I gave it 5 minutes, to show I'm in charge and then released Demi, Theo and Coxy to win us the game .. Never in doubt, eh!
Ron came marching on the pitch at the end, though, face like thunder, only to find we'd won, even though when he looked at the scoreboard, we were losing 3-2 .. He was reet embarrassed and I was laughing all the way to the changing room, as I'd pulled a right flanker and no error!
Anyway, enjoy yer Sunday guys and gals .. In the play-off spots again .. See you at Wembley!
Saturday 25th March 2017
Horts called me late last night, a bit upset.
After last week's diabolical mess I made of me selection, Horts said he'd log-on to that there Shrimpermoan site and see what the lads and lasses have to say about today's big match. Then he's gonna tell me, so I picks the right team.
Anyway, he says that all he could find out was that the results are dependent entirely on a cat called Chicken. He always thought his own feline was the one everyone talks about around town, but no, it appears there's another far cleverer cat around. Apparently, it can predict the score of the match and correctly tuned in at the right moment to hear our great comeback, last week. I asked Horts what the old puss said would happen today and he predicted a 2-1 win for us, so it's not all bad, eh!
As you all know, we are off to Wimbledon this afternoon. Great history they have. Who can forget the crazy gang from the past. You know, Ilie Nastase, Jimmy Connors, John McEnroe. They were all nuts in the heed! .. Used to love tucking into me strawberries and cream whilst watching the mixed singles final between Chris Evert and Martina Navratilova, as well. Happy days. I went down there once. Got tickets and all that. I managed to catch Vitas Gerulitis on the Centre Court. Fair laid me out it did. Was in hospital for a week .. Hehe, the old ones are the best!
On to the football, though. The ground will be rammed to the rafters with a sell-out crowd of 4,000 packed in. It's been a nightmare getting a ticket. I nearly didn't get in meself, but I know a friend in high places and managed to get one. Pilot he is and a lifelong supporter of the team. Remembering the heroics of Dickie Guy like they were yesterday. I told him I'd been to Plough Lane in me playing days. Got kicked up in the air by Vinnie Jones and elbowed in the face by John Fashanu. Even got punched in the mouth by Sam Hamann. That's the last time I attend a charity auction in the club bar, there!!
Still, those lads had a great team spirit and I've modelled me current squad on that philosophy. All for one and one for all! .. Up the Blues! :happy:
Horts called me late last night, a bit upset.
After last week's diabolical mess I made of me selection, Horts said he'd log-on to that there Shrimpermoan site and see what the lads and lasses have to say about today's big match. Then he's gonna tell me, so I picks the right team.
Anyway, he says that all he could find out was that the results are dependent entirely on a cat called Chicken. He always thought his own feline was the one everyone talks about around town, but no, it appears there's another far cleverer cat around. Apparently, it can predict the score of the match and correctly tuned in at the right moment to hear our great comeback, last week. I asked Horts what the old puss said would happen today and he predicted a 2-1 win for us, so it's not all bad, eh!
As you all know, we are off to Wimbledon this afternoon. Great history they have. Who can forget the crazy gang from the past. You know, Ilie Nastase, Jimmy Connors, John McEnroe. They were all nuts in the heed! .. Used to love tucking into me strawberries and cream whilst watching the mixed singles final between Chris Evert and Martina Navratilova, as well. Happy days. I went down there once. Got tickets and all that. I managed to catch Vitas Gerulitis on the Centre Court. Fair laid me out it did. Was in hospital for a week .. Hehe, the old ones are the best!
On to the football, though. The ground will be rammed to the rafters with a sell-out crowd of 4,000 packed in. It's been a nightmare getting a ticket. I nearly didn't get in meself, but I know a friend in high places and managed to get one. Pilot he is and a lifelong supporter of the team. Remembering the heroics of Dickie Guy like they were yesterday. I told him I'd been to Plough Lane in me playing days. Got kicked up in the air by Vinnie Jones and elbowed in the face by John Fashanu. Even got punched in the mouth by Sam Hamann. That's the last time I attend a charity auction in the club bar, there!!
Still, those lads had a great team spirit and I've modelled me current squad on that philosophy. All for one and one for all! .. Up the Blues! :happy:
Monday 27th March 2017
Another win under our belts and it's full steam ahead for the play-offs.
Now, a lot of people are wondering if me new tracksuit look on matchdays is some sort of superstition, but quite frankly, I'll have to level with yer and say that it's because me suits are still at the dry cleaners. I know, that's nearly two weeks they've had them. Excuse after excuse and never their fault. It's holiday this, broken machine that. I've had enough and said I need them for the big game next Tuesday. I cannae turn up looking scruffy for the Bolton match. I'll leave that to old Parky. Me and him are still not talking since the postponement debacle in January. He's even said he'll relay any abuse to me via a third party, so the league have appointed a fifth official to act as a go-between. I've given the league a list of me put-downs already and they'll pass them on, they say.
In-between we've got that Oldham match coming up. I think I've now settled on me best side, thanks to Shrimpermoan, so the others will just have to swing for it. I'm sure they'll understand. Horts has one concern, though and that is that we don't have a sub goalie. I says, back in my day you only got one sub anyway and he was never a goalie. I asked the lads and they said they don't mind rotating and playing rush goalie if Ted gets injured, so that's good enough for me. Oldham won't be a worry, though, as they only score one goal a month!
People have been asking me about how well Nile is doing and what's me secret. Well, you have to treat Nile differently to everyone else, cos he cannae be trusted with anything. So, I takes him out for a pint once a week and we have a good chat. We go to the Wagon & Horses in Rochford, as he's allowed to tie his horse up outside. I orders the beers and we sit and have a good natter. He cannae understand anything I say on account of me Geordie accent, though, and I cannae get his street lingo at all, but we laugh in the right places and seem to get along OK.
I asked him last night if he can put a bit of pressure on me dry cleaners and he said he knows just the way. I'm sure it'll all be legit. I mean, what could possibly go wrong!
Another win under our belts and it's full steam ahead for the play-offs.
Now, a lot of people are wondering if me new tracksuit look on matchdays is some sort of superstition, but quite frankly, I'll have to level with yer and say that it's because me suits are still at the dry cleaners. I know, that's nearly two weeks they've had them. Excuse after excuse and never their fault. It's holiday this, broken machine that. I've had enough and said I need them for the big game next Tuesday. I cannae turn up looking scruffy for the Bolton match. I'll leave that to old Parky. Me and him are still not talking since the postponement debacle in January. He's even said he'll relay any abuse to me via a third party, so the league have appointed a fifth official to act as a go-between. I've given the league a list of me put-downs already and they'll pass them on, they say.
In-between we've got that Oldham match coming up. I think I've now settled on me best side, thanks to Shrimpermoan, so the others will just have to swing for it. I'm sure they'll understand. Horts has one concern, though and that is that we don't have a sub goalie. I says, back in my day you only got one sub anyway and he was never a goalie. I asked the lads and they said they don't mind rotating and playing rush goalie if Ted gets injured, so that's good enough for me. Oldham won't be a worry, though, as they only score one goal a month!
People have been asking me about how well Nile is doing and what's me secret. Well, you have to treat Nile differently to everyone else, cos he cannae be trusted with anything. So, I takes him out for a pint once a week and we have a good chat. We go to the Wagon & Horses in Rochford, as he's allowed to tie his horse up outside. I orders the beers and we sit and have a good natter. He cannae understand anything I say on account of me Geordie accent, though, and I cannae get his street lingo at all, but we laugh in the right places and seem to get along OK.
I asked him last night if he can put a bit of pressure on me dry cleaners and he said he knows just the way. I'm sure it'll all be legit. I mean, what could possibly go wrong!
Tuesday 28th March 2017
Got a text this morning from Nile. Had lots of words like "shizzle" and "garms" in it. Thought there was something wrong with his spell-checker, but luckily Frank Noodle was outside washing me car and he translated it for me. Seems Nile was on his way over with some good news.
You may wonder why Noodles is washing me car, by the way. Well, now we're in the final push for promotion, they all want to be a part of it (and avoid playing in the U21 matches), so the fringe players are all doing their best to get on the bench by impressing the gaffer. Last night, Luke O'Neill gave me a lift down the Casino and waited four hours, before bringing me back. Then, this morning, Ryan Inniss even rang me with me early morning alarm call, as I cannae change the time on me bedside clock since the clocks went forward. It's got stuck, it has. Hines Beans is coming round to fix it later for me, though.
Anyway, Nile arrived an hour later saying he's got all the gear. Luckily, it were me suits. All of them like brand spanking new. There was even a 12 page apology letter and £100 compensation. I says "how did yer manage that? .. The last time I went there, they slammed the door in me face .. He says "Don't ask no questions, bro" and gave me a nod and a wink. I guess that's urban slang for politely asking them to help oot. He's a good lad, Nile. Top fella!
I nearly forgot, Ron rang me last night. He weren't impressed with me interview in the Echo. He says I cannae go round saying me favourite result is 1-0 .. We're renewing season tickets at the moment and he asked me to be a bit more positive, so I'll go on record now and say that it's not 1-0, but 6-3 is me favourite now. That said, ten 1-0 wins will do me just fine for the rest of the season. We're due one, as we haven't won 1-0 since 15th October .. I'm getting withdrawal symptoms!
Reet, must dash. Dave Mooney has just arrived with me Waitrose shopping .. 3 Turkey Escalopes for the price of 2 and change of a fiver .. You gotta like them numbers!
Got a text this morning from Nile. Had lots of words like "shizzle" and "garms" in it. Thought there was something wrong with his spell-checker, but luckily Frank Noodle was outside washing me car and he translated it for me. Seems Nile was on his way over with some good news.
You may wonder why Noodles is washing me car, by the way. Well, now we're in the final push for promotion, they all want to be a part of it (and avoid playing in the U21 matches), so the fringe players are all doing their best to get on the bench by impressing the gaffer. Last night, Luke O'Neill gave me a lift down the Casino and waited four hours, before bringing me back. Then, this morning, Ryan Inniss even rang me with me early morning alarm call, as I cannae change the time on me bedside clock since the clocks went forward. It's got stuck, it has. Hines Beans is coming round to fix it later for me, though.
Anyway, Nile arrived an hour later saying he's got all the gear. Luckily, it were me suits. All of them like brand spanking new. There was even a 12 page apology letter and £100 compensation. I says "how did yer manage that? .. The last time I went there, they slammed the door in me face .. He says "Don't ask no questions, bro" and gave me a nod and a wink. I guess that's urban slang for politely asking them to help oot. He's a good lad, Nile. Top fella!
I nearly forgot, Ron rang me last night. He weren't impressed with me interview in the Echo. He says I cannae go round saying me favourite result is 1-0 .. We're renewing season tickets at the moment and he asked me to be a bit more positive, so I'll go on record now and say that it's not 1-0, but 6-3 is me favourite now. That said, ten 1-0 wins will do me just fine for the rest of the season. We're due one, as we haven't won 1-0 since 15th October .. I'm getting withdrawal symptoms!
Reet, must dash. Dave Mooney has just arrived with me Waitrose shopping .. 3 Turkey Escalopes for the price of 2 and change of a fiver .. You gotta like them numbers!
Friday 31st March 2017
Just got home and I tells yer something, I'm three sheets to the wind and I don't mind admitting it .. * hic *
I was just aboot to leave the Wagon after me weekly pint with Nile when in walks celebrity chef, Delia Smith. She'd been filming with that Jamie Oliver bloke on Southend Pier and was in need of a glass or two. She spies me sitting on me own and wanders over asking if I was that fella who made a fool of meself on the pitch at half-time against Manchester City. I tells her "Aye that were me" and she laughs and says "Yeah, me too"! .. Of course, her faux pas was to grab the mic and try and rally the crowd. It worked, as Norwich only lost 3-2 that neet, so I asks her if she can help me write something ahead of the big match and after a few more wines, we comes up with this. It hits the spot, I think you'll agree! :-
“I want to get that message out to the supporters that it might have to be a patient game, I want to get it out to the supporters that we need you on Saturday .. C'mon! .. We need a 12th Man! ... Yer need to get behind these players, get behind the team because it’s probably the most important three points of the season"
“That John Sheridan has gone back there for the third time to Oldham, as they're the only club who'll have him, the useless knacker .. * hic * .. No, but, listen, eh .. No, no, listen to me! .. Look, we've all had a drink, but he’s doing a great job there ... Stopping anyone scoring with that boring, negative football of his .. He needs that fifty (points) that everyone talks about and he’s only five points away from it ... LOL .. fifty points! .. I gots 63 already! .. Now, where's me pint gone? .. Who's got me pint, eh? .. Oh, reet, here it is"
"Now, where was I? .. Oh yeah .. We need the ball boys to be bang at it! .. We need our players to be bang at it! .. We need the supporters to be bang at it! .. Champion supporters we've got .. You're all me mates you are .. No, no, seriously .. Listen! .. You're alright you are .. Let me buy yer all a pint .. No, it's alreet, my shout, honest! .. So, C'mon, Let's be havin yer! .. C'MON!! .. We are going to need everybody to come to the party to win the game!”
Just got home and I tells yer something, I'm three sheets to the wind and I don't mind admitting it .. * hic *
I was just aboot to leave the Wagon after me weekly pint with Nile when in walks celebrity chef, Delia Smith. She'd been filming with that Jamie Oliver bloke on Southend Pier and was in need of a glass or two. She spies me sitting on me own and wanders over asking if I was that fella who made a fool of meself on the pitch at half-time against Manchester City. I tells her "Aye that were me" and she laughs and says "Yeah, me too"! .. Of course, her faux pas was to grab the mic and try and rally the crowd. It worked, as Norwich only lost 3-2 that neet, so I asks her if she can help me write something ahead of the big match and after a few more wines, we comes up with this. It hits the spot, I think you'll agree! :-
“I want to get that message out to the supporters that it might have to be a patient game, I want to get it out to the supporters that we need you on Saturday .. C'mon! .. We need a 12th Man! ... Yer need to get behind these players, get behind the team because it’s probably the most important three points of the season"
“That John Sheridan has gone back there for the third time to Oldham, as they're the only club who'll have him, the useless knacker .. * hic * .. No, but, listen, eh .. No, no, listen to me! .. Look, we've all had a drink, but he’s doing a great job there ... Stopping anyone scoring with that boring, negative football of his .. He needs that fifty (points) that everyone talks about and he’s only five points away from it ... LOL .. fifty points! .. I gots 63 already! .. Now, where's me pint gone? .. Who's got me pint, eh? .. Oh, reet, here it is"
"Now, where was I? .. Oh yeah .. We need the ball boys to be bang at it! .. We need our players to be bang at it! .. We need the supporters to be bang at it! .. Champion supporters we've got .. You're all me mates you are .. No, no, seriously .. Listen! .. You're alright you are .. Let me buy yer all a pint .. No, it's alreet, my shout, honest! .. So, C'mon, Let's be havin yer! .. C'MON!! .. We are going to need everybody to come to the party to win the game!”
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Saturday 1st April 2017
I had an aching heed all day yesterday. Had to lay on the sofa with a flannel over me heed.
I think I went a bit OTT with me rallying call. Particularly those young children who fetch the ball when it goes out of play and make sure it's back on the pitch as quickly as possible. So my humble apologies to Ted Smith. I know he does his best to keep the game flowing and is always bang on it!
Anyway, I was just settling in for a neet of catching up with me Geordie Shore Box Set, when there's a knock on the door. It's old Horts and he's brought his cat with him. What sort of loon takes their cat out for a neet out?! .. He says he's got something to show me and lays out a load of numbers on the floor and his puss then puts his paw on them, randomly. I'm reet confused, but turns out he's been training him to predict the scores. It all looks very interesting until Horts proudly announces that Oldham will win 6-1! .. I says he needs to work on his teaching methods and anyhoo, we've already got our own Mystic Mog and I'm happy with his prediction of a 3-0 win today!
Horts then hits me with a double whammy. The referee this aftetnoon is none other than that clown who gave the penalty at Peterborough last year and his assistant is that absolute t***er from the other week, at Gillingham - Carl Flag-Jackson. He had a shocker that day. Ryan told him to stick his flag where the sun don't shine! .. so I says there's no need to bring Bolton into it! .. I told yer the league have got it in for us. As soon as we get in the play-offs, we get the dodgy officials! .. I'm reet mad about it, I am .. I think I feel that heedache coming back on!
So, it's April Fools Day today .. I thought I'd wind you all up with a comedy team selection, but I did that a couple of weeks ago, so it's just time for me to say, enjoy the game and make sure that lino gets plenty of stick, eh! .. UTB! :happy:
I had an aching heed all day yesterday. Had to lay on the sofa with a flannel over me heed.
I think I went a bit OTT with me rallying call. Particularly those young children who fetch the ball when it goes out of play and make sure it's back on the pitch as quickly as possible. So my humble apologies to Ted Smith. I know he does his best to keep the game flowing and is always bang on it!
Anyway, I was just settling in for a neet of catching up with me Geordie Shore Box Set, when there's a knock on the door. It's old Horts and he's brought his cat with him. What sort of loon takes their cat out for a neet out?! .. He says he's got something to show me and lays out a load of numbers on the floor and his puss then puts his paw on them, randomly. I'm reet confused, but turns out he's been training him to predict the scores. It all looks very interesting until Horts proudly announces that Oldham will win 6-1! .. I says he needs to work on his teaching methods and anyhoo, we've already got our own Mystic Mog and I'm happy with his prediction of a 3-0 win today!
Horts then hits me with a double whammy. The referee this aftetnoon is none other than that clown who gave the penalty at Peterborough last year and his assistant is that absolute t***er from the other week, at Gillingham - Carl Flag-Jackson. He had a shocker that day. Ryan told him to stick his flag where the sun don't shine! .. so I says there's no need to bring Bolton into it! .. I told yer the league have got it in for us. As soon as we get in the play-offs, we get the dodgy officials! .. I'm reet mad about it, I am .. I think I feel that heedache coming back on!
So, it's April Fools Day today .. I thought I'd wind you all up with a comedy team selection, but I did that a couple of weeks ago, so it's just time for me to say, enjoy the game and make sure that lino gets plenty of stick, eh! .. UTB! :happy:
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Horts here.
Back from unintended long break in LA. Ron finally wired out some dosh so I could get a flight, said Ray Davey had been missing me as no one else would give him a piggy back to change the light bulbs. Glad if truth be known, Ginger Spice was doing me head in.
Anyways, got back just in time me thinks. Ron said we had a goalie crisis, that Boss had been watching old videos of Peter Bonetti and was wanting someone with cat like qualities. Seemed a little odd to me, thought the old Geordie pub singer had finally sung one karaoke too many, but ho hum so I takes round me old pussy 'Des Lynam'. Boss looks at me a bit weird like, says its got a silly name but that he's got the goalie thing sorted anyhow. I think he was miffed that I hadn't bought round me BuckaRoo game but Ginger has that now (long story, another day maybe). Des was visibly upset so told Boss Oldham were gonna win 6-1. I must be honest, Des is a bit sh ite at predictions, his Betfair account is thousands in debt.
Today was good though heh? I only get to Roots after half time, no one told me the clocks went forward, so I couldn't help Boss with his team talk. I'm quite good at motivation, Mooners says he only has to look at me to instantly feel that things could be worse. So, i prop up the home dug out wall for the last 20 mins and bingo, game sorted. Mr Motivator is me. Boss gives me a nice pat on the head and says someone called Ginger is outside looking for me so I'm now holed up in the South Stand tea bar, it's where I won pre-season hide-and-seek so I should be safe here for a few days.
Up The Vale X
Back from unintended long break in LA. Ron finally wired out some dosh so I could get a flight, said Ray Davey had been missing me as no one else would give him a piggy back to change the light bulbs. Glad if truth be known, Ginger Spice was doing me head in.
Anyways, got back just in time me thinks. Ron said we had a goalie crisis, that Boss had been watching old videos of Peter Bonetti and was wanting someone with cat like qualities. Seemed a little odd to me, thought the old Geordie pub singer had finally sung one karaoke too many, but ho hum so I takes round me old pussy 'Des Lynam'. Boss looks at me a bit weird like, says its got a silly name but that he's got the goalie thing sorted anyhow. I think he was miffed that I hadn't bought round me BuckaRoo game but Ginger has that now (long story, another day maybe). Des was visibly upset so told Boss Oldham were gonna win 6-1. I must be honest, Des is a bit sh ite at predictions, his Betfair account is thousands in debt.
Today was good though heh? I only get to Roots after half time, no one told me the clocks went forward, so I couldn't help Boss with his team talk. I'm quite good at motivation, Mooners says he only has to look at me to instantly feel that things could be worse. So, i prop up the home dug out wall for the last 20 mins and bingo, game sorted. Mr Motivator is me. Boss gives me a nice pat on the head and says someone called Ginger is outside looking for me so I'm now holed up in the South Stand tea bar, it's where I won pre-season hide-and-seek so I should be safe here for a few days.
Up The Vale X
Sunday 2nd April 2017
Well, what a day that was.
Loved that celebration for the 3rd goal, though the club might be concerned about that idiot getting on the pitch to join in. I says they shouldn't worry, as the Football League had already allowed an idiot to encroach onto the playing surface. He'd been there for the full 90 minutes!
Yep, another dodgy ref, eh! Like I tells yer all. It's a conspiracy. They dannae want little clubs like us in The Championship. I tried to speak to the ref after the game, but he said he couldn't discuss anything without speaking to his assistant referee first. Next thing I saw him leaving the ground and driving out the car park the wrong way. Up with the fairies he was!
So, we'll be without Lenny for three games. We'll miss him, as he also selects the pre-match music for the changing room before the game. In hindsight, choosing 'Kung Fu Fighting' yesterday was possibly a mistake, though!
Off for a coffee with Ron in a moment or two. We're gonna discuss who we might need for next season. Top of me list is that cat. We need to get him on the payroll. He knows stuff, he does. Maybe I'll replace Horts with him!
Having said after the Bristol Rovers game that we had nae chance of the play-offs, I now think we can go up automatic like. Funny game, football. You just cannae predict anything. Except Millwall getting a penalty. Yep, another one yesterday! .. Refs, eh .. Where do they get them from!
Well, what a day that was.
Loved that celebration for the 3rd goal, though the club might be concerned about that idiot getting on the pitch to join in. I says they shouldn't worry, as the Football League had already allowed an idiot to encroach onto the playing surface. He'd been there for the full 90 minutes!
Yep, another dodgy ref, eh! Like I tells yer all. It's a conspiracy. They dannae want little clubs like us in The Championship. I tried to speak to the ref after the game, but he said he couldn't discuss anything without speaking to his assistant referee first. Next thing I saw him leaving the ground and driving out the car park the wrong way. Up with the fairies he was!
So, we'll be without Lenny for three games. We'll miss him, as he also selects the pre-match music for the changing room before the game. In hindsight, choosing 'Kung Fu Fighting' yesterday was possibly a mistake, though!
Off for a coffee with Ron in a moment or two. We're gonna discuss who we might need for next season. Top of me list is that cat. We need to get him on the payroll. He knows stuff, he does. Maybe I'll replace Horts with him!
Having said after the Bristol Rovers game that we had nae chance of the play-offs, I now think we can go up automatic like. Funny game, football. You just cannae predict anything. Except Millwall getting a penalty. Yep, another one yesterday! .. Refs, eh .. Where do they get them from!
Thursday 6th April 2017
I gots the referee's report from Tuesday neet, which I have to respond to by tomorrow, apparently.
It says it's private & confidential, but these days it seems they just appear on that twittergram thingy, anyway. I was talking on Saturday evening with John Sheriglass, the Oldham manager. He told me his tirade at Wycombe, earlier this season, cost him his job at Notts County. He says it were a reet result. He slags the ref off and gets sacked and paid off by the club. He was gannae resign anyway!
I was reet conned, though .. I kept turning to the young lad next to me and mentioning things, thinking he were one of the ballboys. Turned out, he was the 4th official. Didn't look a day over 15, that lad!
Well, as it'll all nae doubt come out in that social medium, I thought you might as well hear what was said, so here's what Shakey had to say in his match report :-
"I approached Mr Brown and Mr Parkinson, as my attention had been drawn by my 4th official - Timmy Tapscott (Year 12) - to an argument between them, which I have written, in it's entirety, below :-
Mr Brown : "Shut yer mouth, Parky, yer windbag!"
Mr Parkinson : "You gannae do yer team talk on the pitch again, yer big nancy!"
Mr Brown : "At least I'll do a team talk. All your teams don't need one. They only have one way of playing!"
Mr Parkinson : "Very funny. Tell me, where are you in the league, eh?"
Mr Brown : "Right up your a**e, Parky! .. By the way, I've ordered some sunglasses for me players for half-time, as the ball keeps coming out of the lights when you have it!"
Mr Parkinson then used a succession of four letter words, so I decided to warn Mr Brown, as I don't like him very much and allow Mr Parkinson to carry on.
Just before half-time, I was called over again
Mr Parkinson : "Yeah, ref, when are you gonna give us a decision, eh?"
Mr Brown : "He's just trying to get free-kicks, ref. Yer not buying that are yer!?
Mr Parkinson : "We wouldn't even be here if yer had got the game on in January!"
Mr Brown : "Wish we had now. Wouldn't have to put up with yer whinging tonight, would I!"
I again warned Mr Brown. One more transgression and he'll be dismissed. I gave Mr Parkinson the benefit of the doubt.
In the second half, I was called over a third time
Mr Brown : "F****in 'ell ref. Are you gonna give us anything? That were a stonewall penalty!"
Mr Parkinson : "Yeah, tell it to the judge, Tango!"
Mr Brown : "You alreet their Parky. Yer seem a bit edgy? Can't even score against a little club like us!"
Mr Parkinson : "I'll have the last laugh. I always do, yer muppet!"
I told Mr Brown to calm down and laughed at Mr Parkinson's funny joke.
Mr Brown : "What you laughing at, ref. Why didn't you send Pratley off for that rugby tackle? Belongs at Twickenham, that!"
Mr Parkinson : "You would know, orange head. All your shots tonight would have been conversions there!"
Mr Brown : "Yeah, well at least we don't kick to touch everytime we get the ball!"
After this, I says to Mr Brown that I've had enough of his moaning and I sent him off.
He replied saying "I'll see you in court, sunshine!"
I then promised Mr Parkinson I'd give some extra free-kicks and corners for him"
I gots the referee's report from Tuesday neet, which I have to respond to by tomorrow, apparently.
It says it's private & confidential, but these days it seems they just appear on that twittergram thingy, anyway. I was talking on Saturday evening with John Sheriglass, the Oldham manager. He told me his tirade at Wycombe, earlier this season, cost him his job at Notts County. He says it were a reet result. He slags the ref off and gets sacked and paid off by the club. He was gannae resign anyway!
I was reet conned, though .. I kept turning to the young lad next to me and mentioning things, thinking he were one of the ballboys. Turned out, he was the 4th official. Didn't look a day over 15, that lad!
Well, as it'll all nae doubt come out in that social medium, I thought you might as well hear what was said, so here's what Shakey had to say in his match report :-
"I approached Mr Brown and Mr Parkinson, as my attention had been drawn by my 4th official - Timmy Tapscott (Year 12) - to an argument between them, which I have written, in it's entirety, below :-
Mr Brown : "Shut yer mouth, Parky, yer windbag!"
Mr Parkinson : "You gannae do yer team talk on the pitch again, yer big nancy!"
Mr Brown : "At least I'll do a team talk. All your teams don't need one. They only have one way of playing!"
Mr Parkinson : "Very funny. Tell me, where are you in the league, eh?"
Mr Brown : "Right up your a**e, Parky! .. By the way, I've ordered some sunglasses for me players for half-time, as the ball keeps coming out of the lights when you have it!"
Mr Parkinson then used a succession of four letter words, so I decided to warn Mr Brown, as I don't like him very much and allow Mr Parkinson to carry on.
Just before half-time, I was called over again
Mr Parkinson : "Yeah, ref, when are you gonna give us a decision, eh?"
Mr Brown : "He's just trying to get free-kicks, ref. Yer not buying that are yer!?
Mr Parkinson : "We wouldn't even be here if yer had got the game on in January!"
Mr Brown : "Wish we had now. Wouldn't have to put up with yer whinging tonight, would I!"
I again warned Mr Brown. One more transgression and he'll be dismissed. I gave Mr Parkinson the benefit of the doubt.
In the second half, I was called over a third time
Mr Brown : "F****in 'ell ref. Are you gonna give us anything? That were a stonewall penalty!"
Mr Parkinson : "Yeah, tell it to the judge, Tango!"
Mr Brown : "You alreet their Parky. Yer seem a bit edgy? Can't even score against a little club like us!"
Mr Parkinson : "I'll have the last laugh. I always do, yer muppet!"
I told Mr Brown to calm down and laughed at Mr Parkinson's funny joke.
Mr Brown : "What you laughing at, ref. Why didn't you send Pratley off for that rugby tackle? Belongs at Twickenham, that!"
Mr Parkinson : "You would know, orange head. All your shots tonight would have been conversions there!"
Mr Brown : "Yeah, well at least we don't kick to touch everytime we get the ball!"
After this, I says to Mr Brown that I've had enough of his moaning and I sent him off.
He replied saying "I'll see you in court, sunshine!"
I then promised Mr Parkinson I'd give some extra free-kicks and corners for him"
Saturday 8th April 2017
Perfect weather to go 'Into the Valley' . We'll be aiming to put The Skids under Charlton .. Skids, get it? .. Alreet, please yerselves!
Well, we've had a few injuries, as yer know. I'm pleased to be keeping John Boy Walton on, though. I spoke to Chris Hughton last neet and said I'd like to buy him. Chris said he'd cost about £2million, so I said I'd see what Ron says. We might have to sell a few players to fund it and get lucky on the Euromillions, but hey, you've gotta have ambition.
Most people will know it's the annual Me v. Coghs match on 3rd May. This is where people who sit in the stands all season, get a chance to actually play on the Roots Hall pitch. The hallowed turf. Yer have to put a bid in, though, so it's not easy. I see there's quite a few people who've already bid. Including Frank Noodle and Hines Beans. They even wrote a 'Jim'll Fix It' style letter. "Please will yer fix it for me and my friend to be a professional footballer for a day?" .. Signed Noodle and Hines Beans. It were right tear-jerking stuff and what this opportunity really means to me! :'(
Sounds like there's gonna be a lot of yer there today. I hear yer all walking there, though. I know that Greater Anglia are s**te and parking is a nightmare in London, but setting off at 11:00pm last neet, just to watch us lot. Well, I'd like to buy yer all a pint. Yep, another one!
Anyway, gotta dash. Horts has just turned up. He's driving, as me car is in for repairs. I was burning up Parky the other neet at The Bell lights, when I lost control and ended up in KFC .. Mind you, I got a Zinger Tower Meal Deal while I was waiting for the vehicle recovery unit, so it wasn't all bad .. Up The Blues! :happy:
Perfect weather to go 'Into the Valley' . We'll be aiming to put The Skids under Charlton .. Skids, get it? .. Alreet, please yerselves!
Well, we've had a few injuries, as yer know. I'm pleased to be keeping John Boy Walton on, though. I spoke to Chris Hughton last neet and said I'd like to buy him. Chris said he'd cost about £2million, so I said I'd see what Ron says. We might have to sell a few players to fund it and get lucky on the Euromillions, but hey, you've gotta have ambition.
Most people will know it's the annual Me v. Coghs match on 3rd May. This is where people who sit in the stands all season, get a chance to actually play on the Roots Hall pitch. The hallowed turf. Yer have to put a bid in, though, so it's not easy. I see there's quite a few people who've already bid. Including Frank Noodle and Hines Beans. They even wrote a 'Jim'll Fix It' style letter. "Please will yer fix it for me and my friend to be a professional footballer for a day?" .. Signed Noodle and Hines Beans. It were right tear-jerking stuff and what this opportunity really means to me! :'(
Sounds like there's gonna be a lot of yer there today. I hear yer all walking there, though. I know that Greater Anglia are s**te and parking is a nightmare in London, but setting off at 11:00pm last neet, just to watch us lot. Well, I'd like to buy yer all a pint. Yep, another one!
Anyway, gotta dash. Horts has just turned up. He's driving, as me car is in for repairs. I was burning up Parky the other neet at The Bell lights, when I lost control and ended up in KFC .. Mind you, I got a Zinger Tower Meal Deal while I was waiting for the vehicle recovery unit, so it wasn't all bad .. Up The Blues! :happy:
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Thursday 13th April 2017
I guess everyone is looking forward to Easter. A time when, traditionally, we all get to enjoy the sub-zero temperatures and trips to places like Chesterfield and visits from MK Dons. Whatever happened to local derbies at Easter, eh!
Still, it's a massive game tomorrow and I'm pleased to report that I have Wordy and Nile back. Wordy has recovered from the stiff neck he got watching the ball fly backwards and forwards over his heed against Bolton and Nile is raring to go after twisting his ankle doing that selfie with the lad who ran on the pitch against Oldham. I've also come up with a cunning plan regarding Lenny. I'm sending him out disguised as Jack Bridge. No-one will notice. They certainly didn't when I brought on Frank Noodle last week, disguised as a footballer! .. Yep, he wasn't too great was he? .. Costa-Fortune was livid and hasn't spoken to me since .. I've promised him a game over Easter and he seems to have calmed down. He's a big part of me plans, that lad. That's why he hasn't played for a month. I like to keep 'em hungry and keen. It's working, as he even turned up for training this week!
At Easter, some of the lads pop over with an Easter Egg or two. There were Will, Demi, Thommo and Cokes yesterday. Then I got a Kinder Surprise Egg from Luke O'Neill. I likes them and opened it straight away to see what were inside. Just a bit of paper there was. Turned out it were a transfer request. Must admit, that was a surprise!. Luke is a big part of me plans, like. I even brought him on for 10 minutes on Saturday! There really is no pleasing some people!
Ron called last neet and asked if I could get one of the lads to collect the kit from Mrs Johnson in Fairfax Drive. I asks why our kit fella couldn't do it and Ron said there'd been some "issues" this week. He wouldn't say anymore, though. I says we should get another kit fella anyway. This one keeps giving us the blue kit when we play away against teams in blue. I did call him once about it, but he just called me an interfering ****! .. Charming, eh!
Reet, better be off. There's a match to plan for and I need to sort me team out. I think I'll go all out attack for the last few games, mainly cos all me defenders are injured, so expect some positive team news tomorrow! .. Up The Blues! :happy:
I guess everyone is looking forward to Easter. A time when, traditionally, we all get to enjoy the sub-zero temperatures and trips to places like Chesterfield and visits from MK Dons. Whatever happened to local derbies at Easter, eh!
Still, it's a massive game tomorrow and I'm pleased to report that I have Wordy and Nile back. Wordy has recovered from the stiff neck he got watching the ball fly backwards and forwards over his heed against Bolton and Nile is raring to go after twisting his ankle doing that selfie with the lad who ran on the pitch against Oldham. I've also come up with a cunning plan regarding Lenny. I'm sending him out disguised as Jack Bridge. No-one will notice. They certainly didn't when I brought on Frank Noodle last week, disguised as a footballer! .. Yep, he wasn't too great was he? .. Costa-Fortune was livid and hasn't spoken to me since .. I've promised him a game over Easter and he seems to have calmed down. He's a big part of me plans, that lad. That's why he hasn't played for a month. I like to keep 'em hungry and keen. It's working, as he even turned up for training this week!
At Easter, some of the lads pop over with an Easter Egg or two. There were Will, Demi, Thommo and Cokes yesterday. Then I got a Kinder Surprise Egg from Luke O'Neill. I likes them and opened it straight away to see what were inside. Just a bit of paper there was. Turned out it were a transfer request. Must admit, that was a surprise!. Luke is a big part of me plans, like. I even brought him on for 10 minutes on Saturday! There really is no pleasing some people!
Ron called last neet and asked if I could get one of the lads to collect the kit from Mrs Johnson in Fairfax Drive. I asks why our kit fella couldn't do it and Ron said there'd been some "issues" this week. He wouldn't say anymore, though. I says we should get another kit fella anyway. This one keeps giving us the blue kit when we play away against teams in blue. I did call him once about it, but he just called me an interfering ****! .. Charming, eh!
Reet, better be off. There's a match to plan for and I need to sort me team out. I think I'll go all out attack for the last few games, mainly cos all me defenders are injured, so expect some positive team news tomorrow! .. Up The Blues! :happy:
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Monday 17th April 2017
I were over the training ground the other morning, when Ron rings me and asks me to attend some seminar thing. I asks him what it's aboot and he says it's aboot CORR. I says I cannae speak for 20 minutes about Barry Corr. He disnae even play for the club and anyway, he's a tattooed loon with the heart of a pea. Ron then tells me they're paying for me time, so I says where is it and when? I'll be straight there! .. I'll even wear me tracksuit, to get in the mood.
Anyway, I asks Coghs to come along, as I still dannae have me car, and he agrees. We turns up and the room's all full of sharp suited Apprentice wannabes with evil stares. I says, these people don't seem the sort to wanna know aboot some injury prone old has-been. Coghs goes off and asks someone who lets us know it's CORE, not CORR. I says I dannae know what yer talking aboot, but Coghs says he'll sit at the back with some prompt boards.
I gets called up on stage and this fella is banging on aboot entrepreneurial this and focus that, so I thought I'll just have to blag it.
So, apparently, C stands for Commitment. I says it's all aboot being committed to what you believe in. Some wag asks a question aboot the Bolton job last season, but I brush him off by pretending I dannae know what he's talking aboot and anyway, they said they'll edit that bit oot.
Then it's O for Organization. I tells the room that I have a great team of dedicated and skilled backroom staff and Brian Horton, so we have that covered. I also mention aboot the old Boots & Laces training ground and our new stadium. I tells them that were the only reason I came to the club. That and I needed a job, but mainly the stadium thing. I tells them Ron has already started work on the new ground and has built a fence. I thought it were to stop Noodle's shots going into Sutton Road, but apparently I were wrong.
R is for Respect, but I didnae have much to go on with that, so I talked aboot attitude and how we changed our mentality into thinking 2 points a game were better than 1 point and how I needed to let Adam Bassett down gently, as he were past his sell-by date and was talking aboot relegation and fear of losing all the time. I cannae have that in me dressing room. We needed a change of culture. I also mentioned I had to let one of the Under 21's go. The lad had all the attributes of CORE, but quite frankly he were s**te, so I had nae choice! .. Luckily there were no-one in the room from Employment Rights, so I got away with that one!
Final bit was E for Enjoyment. I says it's all aboot getting what you can oot of yer career and never doing anything for the money. It's all aboot self-esteem and doing what's right.
I leaves the stage to collect me cash, when they tells me that it were for free. I says I'm not standing for that and told them me lawyers would be in touch. What is it with these people. Do they think I'm up there for the love of it?!
Well, today is another big day. I'm hoping for a bumper crowd, though I were disappointed to hear that the whole of the North Bank is going to be empty, apart from 57 MK Dons fans.
Organization, eh. Yer can't beat it!
I were over the training ground the other morning, when Ron rings me and asks me to attend some seminar thing. I asks him what it's aboot and he says it's aboot CORR. I says I cannae speak for 20 minutes about Barry Corr. He disnae even play for the club and anyway, he's a tattooed loon with the heart of a pea. Ron then tells me they're paying for me time, so I says where is it and when? I'll be straight there! .. I'll even wear me tracksuit, to get in the mood.
Anyway, I asks Coghs to come along, as I still dannae have me car, and he agrees. We turns up and the room's all full of sharp suited Apprentice wannabes with evil stares. I says, these people don't seem the sort to wanna know aboot some injury prone old has-been. Coghs goes off and asks someone who lets us know it's CORE, not CORR. I says I dannae know what yer talking aboot, but Coghs says he'll sit at the back with some prompt boards.
I gets called up on stage and this fella is banging on aboot entrepreneurial this and focus that, so I thought I'll just have to blag it.
So, apparently, C stands for Commitment. I says it's all aboot being committed to what you believe in. Some wag asks a question aboot the Bolton job last season, but I brush him off by pretending I dannae know what he's talking aboot and anyway, they said they'll edit that bit oot.
Then it's O for Organization. I tells the room that I have a great team of dedicated and skilled backroom staff and Brian Horton, so we have that covered. I also mention aboot the old Boots & Laces training ground and our new stadium. I tells them that were the only reason I came to the club. That and I needed a job, but mainly the stadium thing. I tells them Ron has already started work on the new ground and has built a fence. I thought it were to stop Noodle's shots going into Sutton Road, but apparently I were wrong.
R is for Respect, but I didnae have much to go on with that, so I talked aboot attitude and how we changed our mentality into thinking 2 points a game were better than 1 point and how I needed to let Adam Bassett down gently, as he were past his sell-by date and was talking aboot relegation and fear of losing all the time. I cannae have that in me dressing room. We needed a change of culture. I also mentioned I had to let one of the Under 21's go. The lad had all the attributes of CORE, but quite frankly he were s**te, so I had nae choice! .. Luckily there were no-one in the room from Employment Rights, so I got away with that one!
Final bit was E for Enjoyment. I says it's all aboot getting what you can oot of yer career and never doing anything for the money. It's all aboot self-esteem and doing what's right.
I leaves the stage to collect me cash, when they tells me that it were for free. I says I'm not standing for that and told them me lawyers would be in touch. What is it with these people. Do they think I'm up there for the love of it?!
Well, today is another big day. I'm hoping for a bumper crowd, though I were disappointed to hear that the whole of the North Bank is going to be empty, apart from 57 MK Dons fans.
Organization, eh. Yer can't beat it!
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