League 1 Match 39 - Leyton Orient 0 Southampton 2

7 games to go, 15 points needed

OK, 8 games to go and I think we are now down to the nuts of the season. As pivotal weeks go, this one is pretty bloody pivotal, oh yes. We have Leyton Orient away today and Rochdale away on Tuesday who are 7th and 8th respectively in the current league table and I would think that 4 points from those two games would be a major step on the way to getting an automatic spot.

So, off to Brisbane Road or the Snooker Loopy Stadium as it is now known to play in the shadow of the new Olympic Stadium, soon to be the home of West Ham and putting Leyton Orient’s future at risk, if you believe Barry Hearn, which I do. Unfortunately for Barry and Leyton Orient, no one will have given the slightest shit about them when any decision was made. Good luck to him in whatever he wants to achieve with his protest.

The injury worries from the last game have eased slightly with Lallana being fit for the bench though there is no sign of Stephens, Schneiderlin or Chamberlain. There is also no sign of Frazer Richardson, not even on the bench which one can only assume, is down to injury. Chappers comes back in for Stephens and Harding comes in for Lallana with Dicko pushed into midfield. Butters returns at right back and we’re all still N’Guessen where Dany is. Orient are usually mentioned regarding having drawn with Arsenal earlier in the season and getting a trip to Las Vegas as a reward. They have Russell Slade as manager who was Brighton’s manager before Gus Poyet. Bet Brighton prefer what they’ve got now… The referee today is Mark Clattenberg who is reffing his first game after stress leave. He was the ref who decided that Wayne Rooney elbowing a Wigan player in the head was a 'normal coming together' of players.

Saints start well and Dickson is soon flying down the wing from his new and advanced left of diamond position and he gets brought crashing down with a tackle that would have earned a booking had the game been more than 4 minutes ol. The free kick is a bit wide but fear not, Sir Rickie does not recognize’ too wide’ or ‘too far out’ and fizzes a free kick just wide of the far post with Jones the keeper, not very close to it. Following on from that, Orient produce a wonderful move down the left involving Cox (little shit), Tehoue (just shit) and Dawson which ends with Smith getting in front of Fonte to bundle in the cross, only to be given offside. Marginal – I think is the word but we’ll take it.

As we often find, many teams deal with our strength up front and on the wings by adopting a less than subtle approach. Barrett obviously skipped the day in class when they were teaching ‘standing up’ as he decided the best course of action to take when Barnard received a throw in with his back to goal was to smash into the back of him. Another free kick and this time far too wide, so Sir Rickie chipped in for Fonte to smash a free header straight at the keeper when he really should of scored. The reason I know he really should of scored was because Dave Merrington told me so fifteen times in the next five minutes.

Dave only shut up when something significant happened and that significant something was Dickson fastening onto a pass from the Gulyman and setting off down the wing. When he was blocked by the full back, he checked out before managing to somehow (dopey defending) whip a cross over to the near post where it dropped in between the centre backs for Sir Rickie to steal in and thump home a header. Superb cross, dream ball for a centre forward.

Saints continued to look the more likely for the rest of the first half with the best chance falling to Sir Rickie who stabbed over after a flap from Jones at a Harding cross. Orient and Smith had the ball in our net again from close range (6 inches) only to be denied again by the flag which many an Orient fan were threatening to stick up the linesmans arse. It was one of those funny one’s where the keeper was out further than the attacker in question so there has to be two defenders to play him onside and though you could argue that Fonte is a four man defence on his own, the ref wasn’t having any of it. Half time and 1-0 up and Peterborough were winning at Huddersfield by the same score.

Orient start the second half the better and the best effort is an overhead hooked volley by 45 year old McGleish which is tipped over the Superkelv who must have been surprised that a man with a zimmer frame managed to get it goalbound from there. The Radio Solent boys are talking shite as usual but in amongst this is the observation that we are very narrow in midfield and it’s not really offering much defensive cover on the flanks. Nigel however, thinks its time to address a completely different problem and on comes Oscar the Ninja for the Gulyman. On the face of it, it looks like a defensive move until you realise that Ninja has gone to play in the hole behind Sir Rickie and Barney.

Two more subs are made in the next few minutes as Seaborne comes on for Harding and Aaron Martin comes on for Butterfield after the latter picked up a knock and a yellow card when hoofing an Orient player up in the air. These substitutions give us that thing of footballing beauty, a back 4 made up entirely of centre backs, the shortest of which is probably Fonte at 6 foot 2ish.

It is Fonte however who dribbles out of defence with 2 minutes to go and instead of belting it into Row Z and getting back, plays a lovely ball over the top of the left back to Sir Rickie who pays a first time ball across the top of the penalty area to where Barnard steams onto it for a nice sidefoot finish. Superb goal and points in the bag. Barnard has a little goad at the Orient fans behind the goal, no doubt provoked by a shoddy loan spell he had there once.

Orient’s day is summed up when they manage to fashion another chance, only for Dawson to see his shot bounce off the inside of the post and straight to Davis. You have to laugh, don’t you …

Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Have it, up to 2nd we go. Fabulous win given the importance of the game and it’s added to even more by both Huddersfield and Peterborough dropping points. Love it, Love it, Love it. Also worth mentioning is that we won without Adam Lallana being required to play. Bournemouth took advantage of us beating one of their nearest rivals for a playoff spot by ….. oh, hang on a minute, they shagged it up and lost at home to Tranmere.

Nigel the Bus Driver was in full flow in his interview and repeated what he has said after every game for the past couple of months about our support being fantastic and the motivating powers of it. I have to say, the support sounded magnificent and when you can provide 50% of the gate for an away game, it really must make a difference. Leyton Orient manager, Russell the Buddha opined that they were the better side and deserved to win. I can’t say because I wasn’t there but he’s entitled to his delusion.

Rochdale on Tuesday night and we all remember the abysmal performance we put in against them at SMS when we lost 2-0. If additional motivation were needed then this should provide it – again, I’d take a point but I back the boys to go and get all 3 again.

League 1 Match 2 - Southampton 1 Leyton Orient 1

Hands up if you think Morgan hides !!!

It seems like ages since we last had a game and of course, it was. 11 days ago, Saints beat Bournemouth to seemingly have got the season up and running and here we are with another home game following last weeks postponement caused by the untimely death of Markus Liebherr. MK Dons agreed to our request for the cancellation of last weeks game and fair play to them. I have always been fiercely critical of MK Dons, down to their right to exist but they as a club displayed a certain amount of class over this issue, even Karl Robinson. That’s as close to an apology as you’re going to get and both barrels will be blazing come the rearranged fixture.

To today and we have Leyton Orient at home and they’ve started with a 100% record of defeats. With our players all rested and fit and the additional Markus factor – surely we’d be too strong for them and get the league campaign off of its ass. Pards had his full squad to choose from (aside from Richardson) and so we saw what is his first XI. Davis; Butterfield, Fonte, Jaidi, Harding; Puncheon, Hammond, Schneiderlin, Lallana; Barnard, Sir Rickie.

As is the norm, Saints started well and Orient soon had a keeper, a line of four defenders and a line of five midfeilders, all within 25 yards of their goal. Here we go again. Regardless, Saints were playing well and threatening to overrun them when Barnard got the ball in the inside left position and curled a shot onto the inside of the far post, from where it rebounded back to the keeper who had just watched it. More Saints pressure and five minutes later we were in the lead when Lallana was tripped on the edge of the box. Oh, I wonder who’s going to take it. Sir Rickie, bang, big deflection, 1-0. Come on!!!!

There are many fundamentals of football but one of them is about concentrating when you’ve just scored and another says that if you give away a corner and give the opposition a free header from 5 fucking yards, it’s not going to be a good outcome for you. 1-1. We were very susceptible to this type of goal at the start of last year but the signing of Jaidi had seemed to sort this out. It was a bloody terrible goal to concede, simply because any side can score it – they don’t have to be any good. Cross into the box, free header, goal – it’s simple if you let it happen. Maybe I’m being harsh here but I feel that we will always be likely to concede this type of goal with Kelvin Davis in goal as there seems to be no consistent pattern for when he comes and when he is nailed to the goal line like Monty Python’s Norwegian Blue Parrot was nailed to his perch.

Still – we went straight up the other end and again from the inside left position, Barnard fired a rocket at the top corner which was in all the way until Jones the keeper, threw up an arm and deflected it over – brilliant save and another head in hands moment for Barnard.

Orient made occasional attempts to get in our half but their midfield was so deep when they were defending, in order to get in our half they had to make a 40 yard run which would have made them a bit tired. For us, Lallana was looking very good and Sir Rickie was on the end of everything, threatening the goal and threatening to tee up others with his intelligent knock downs. It was still 1-1 at half time however and the players had a half time huddle before they went off which was a bit odd.

Talking of odd - the Chuckle Brothers are providing me with half-time entertainment and the Clever one (“Why do they win all the headers ?”) come out with, “we keep shooting and their keeper keeps saving it – the problem is that it’s giving him confidence isn’t it”. What are we supposed to do you fucking moron, not shoot in case he saves it.

The first Saints incident of not in the second half was a break upfield where Punch took time off from repeatedly losing the ball and fed Schneiderlin who had taken time out from being invisible - but rather than take on the full back, the Frenchman decided to throw himself to the ground and in my opinion was lucky not to get booked. Never a penalty in a million years.

Lee Barnard was still on his one man mission to not score and after making himself room in the box, hammered a shot goalwards which Jones again, expertly tipped over the bar. He was now getting annoying, as was the frame of the goal as Barnard looped in a header before seeing it rebound off the post before Punch hooked the rebound over the bar. Jeezus!!!

Orient had this stumpy little git No 7 called Cox who saw Davis claim the ball off of him and he decided to have a little dig. Kelvin condescendingly pats him on the head like you do to a small child he has another go before the ref blows his whistle and does nothing. In the meantime, Saints make two subs with Chamberlain and Connolly coming on for Hammond and Barnard. Compare and contrast the two substituted players. Barnard had run himself into the ground and been really unlucky not to score on four occasions thanks to woodwork and keeper, whilst Hammond had done precisely sod all, all game aside from watching it pass him by.

Chamberlain immediately make things happen with a run and cross which eludes everyone until it reaches Harding on the far side who really should have scored but spooned it over the bar from about 3 yards. Chamberlain was clipped as he went past the full back and the lino flagged. The ref waved play on though and it seemed that all our players stopped playing.

Cox and Harding then have a bit of handbags and Cox gets yellow as the ref points to where the incident with Davis took place, clearly implying that two incidents make a yellow. Harding then gets booked for the one incident. League 1 refs, love ‘em. The game is petering out and nothing is giving me much confidence that we’re going to score until the ball comes out to Puncheon on the edge of the box, on his favourite left foot and he….. hits the fucking roof. At a conservative estimate, five goals on top of eachother wouldn’t have been high enough.

The Thick Chuckle Brother with the programme was moaning like a bastard by this point and had rolled up his programme and was making farting noises down it for the listening pleasure of me and those around me. I pondered asking him to get the online version of the programme for the next game but thought this would be too subtle for his intellect but sadly, he got up and left before I could get round to my next thought which of course, would have involved violence.

The five minutes of injury time come and go with nothing happening so we’ve dropped another two points and the Orient players celebrate in front of their couple of hundred fans like they’ve just won the League. It’s bloody annoying but that’s what we’re going to get this season and we have to get used to it. As of now – we haven’t.

Dear oh dear. As with the Plymouth game, one shot for the opposition and one goal, no breaks at all for us and we end up dropping points again. Unlike the previous two games, the crowd (having listened to Pards post match interview) got behind the team from the start to the finish with very little in the way of negativity, if you ignore the Chuckle Brothers. However, I’m going to have a moan now about my favourite topic, the centre of our midfield. Hammond was desperately poor today and totally deserved to get substituted and Schneiderlin played hide and seek virtually all game. I swear he runs round the pitch and every time Jaidi gets the ball he says, you count to 20, I’ll hide and you hoof it up the pitch. What is Jaidi supposed to do with the ball if none of the midfield want the ball. Franz Beckenbauer he isn’t so if no one shows, and neither Hammond or Schneiderlin ever do, then he’s going to belt it in the general direction of Sir Rickie and hope for the best. Also, when the opposition have the ball – too many times the pair of them are cut out by one pass as they’re too square to eachother. They’re just ineffective, offering nothing to the attack or the defence. Lallana also did nothing in the second half having looked very good in the first but Puncheon leaves me scratching my head. I will say this for him – he never ever hides and always wants the ball but today he seemed to just fuck it up 95% of the time. The odd good thing but in the main, aaaargh !!!

We wouldn’t be worrying about any of this though, if Lee Barnard had any luck at all. The two in the first half in particular were unbelievable as he couldn’t possibly have done any more – the keeper had a blinder and when he was beaten, the post did the job for him. I’m sure that Pards’ substitutions will be criticized but I think bring Chamberlain on for Hammond was dead right and though it took a risk, almost won us the game. Connolly on for Barnard was more contentious but there really aren’t many options at the moment. We need to bring a couple in and they have to have pace. The lack of pace going forward is alarming, especially when you factor in that Punch has to check onto his left foot before he crosses any ball.

Orient were incredibly limited and had no real ideas coming forward. All we had to do was defend corners really and they would never have scored... but we didn't and to be fair, they defended well and the keeper deserved the point they got for his performance alone.

For the Bolton game in midweek, I’d like to see us go 4-5-1 with Chamberlain and Dickson on the wings and just Barnard up front – keep Sir Rickie and Lallana back for the league until they are fully fit. My post match piss was again taken to the background music of ‘Don’t Stop Believing’. I won’t stop believing but it’s difficult sometimes.

League 1 Match 39 - Southampton 2 Leyton Orient 1

Alan Bennett - Not very good.

Leyton Orient at home on a Bank Holiday Monday and I was running late. Usually, my Dad picks me up at two and in we come. Today it was 10 past two and I was wondering where the old git was and then I remembered that ina reversal of the usual, I was picking him up today and oh shit. Having driven to Woolston and hoofed it across the bridge, with much moaning from the old man, we arrived at 2.59. Plenty of time.

I managed to catch the team announcements and hear ‘James Scowcroft’ named in the Orient line-up. Who remembers Saints 1 Palace 4 in the Alan Bennett match where Scowcroft scored at hat-trick. There have been many occasions when I have watched a player have a mare and thought ‘I could do better than that’ but deep down, I didn’t really mean it. At the time of that game, I was 39 and hadn’t played for 7 years but I would definitely have played better than Alan Bennett. Scowcroft scored the easiest hat-trick anyone could ever score and now he’s back.

The Saints line-up reverted to what is commonly thought to be our strongest line up with Schneiderlin returning in place of Wotton and Barnard in for Antonio up front. Jaidi and Fonte were charged with looking after Scowcroft. Orient had sacked their manager a couple of days ago and were residing just one place above the relegation zone.

Orient started brightly and were nearly in on goal after 30 seconds but Harding snuffed it out. A throw in from the left came in and both Jaidi and Fonte were momentarily possessed by the ghost of Alan Bennett and both missed headers allowing Spicer to have a free shot from 6 yards. He didn’t miss. One minute gone and 1-0 down. Bad went to worse for Jaidi about a minute later as he cleared a ball and pulled up holding a hamstring. Instead of coming straight off he limped back to defend a throw and then couldn’t jump, causing more panic in our goalmouth and Kelvin totally failed to command the area. Off went Radhi after a pretty poor two minutes to be replaced by Danny Seaborne.

Seaborne looked quite composed when he came on and he had the ball at his feet about 10 yards inside our half. There wasn’t a single Orient player within 30 yards of him. The line of 4 defenders was on the edge of the penalty area. The line of 5 midfielders were stationed about 10 yards further forward and the one forward (Scowcroft) was not about to close him down either. This is the way it’s gonna be is it? 85 minutes to go.

It’s difficult enough to break down a massed defence at the best of times but it’s especially difficult when nearly all your forward going players are not at the races. Sir Rickie looked like he was running through treacle and was not getting off the ground at all to complete with headers, whilst Barnard was working hard as usual but was taking about 5 touches to get the ball under control. Schneiderlin’s radar was well off as a succession of well-intended passes were hit. The passes were hit with the usual Gallic flair aside from the fact that they were shite and were all cut out by Orient players. Meanwhile, Puncheon wasn’t getting into the game at all much to the delight of the moaning twat behind me whose one phrase to be repeated all day was ‘Puncheon’s not half the player he looked like is he?’

Like the last time we faced a massed defence at SMS – Swindon – we still created a glorious chance as Puncheon’s deep cross was headed down by Lambert to present Barnard with what looked like a sitter header. He headed it, we all jumped up and somehow it missed by bloody miles. What happened there ?

Orient were predictably offering nothing but were winning the odd free kick in our territory as the referee took a dislike to Fonte (or a liking for Scowcroft) and decided it was a foul every time there was a challenge. Compare and contrast to the other end where Lambert was getting given sweet bugger all every time he was assaulted by Mkunpronounceablename. Scowcroft and Lambert were similar in the way they challenged for the ball in that neither of them did really except standing where the ball was going to drop and slightly backin in. League 1 refs - love 'em.

All very frustrating until the 41st minute when a cross field ball from Puncheon picked out Lallana with just the full back in front of him. He cut inside the full back, leaving him for dead and shaped to shoot but dummied inside the centre back and then curled a lovely shot into the far top corner of the net. Bloody good goal and 1-1. Still Orient played the 9-1-0 formation and so the half petered out.

At half time I had one of the most bizarre conversations I’ve ever had at football. My Dad mentioned a programme he’d seen on tapeworms (I don’t know why) and the bloke in front of us overheard and chimed in like it was his specialised subject on Mastermind. He knew how to flush them out and the dangers of them breaking in half – everything. Weird.

Saints piled forwards at the start of the second half and we had another entry in the ‘Will Morgan Ever Score’ competition as he latched onto a far post cross from Puncheon and headed wide. It is in danger of becoming another Claus Lundekvam story. How many games without a goal? On that note – sort yourself out Claus.

On 54 minutes after some deliberate build up play, Saints took the lead as Puncheon’s cross was headed back into the mixer from beyond the back stick by Sir Rickie and Adam Lallana dived in and headed his second goal of the game. The effect on Orient was quite startling and they decided to attack.

Dan Seaborne had looked composed in the first half and played some good balls forward to feet but when under pressure as he was now – it was going anywhere, usually straight up and Saints were stuggling to clear any danger. Hammond was working hard to make up for the fact that Schneiderlin wasn’t and I was impressed with Deano’s 40 yard sprint back towards our goal before robbing the attacker with a well timed tackle. It took Kelvin to keep us in the lead though with a trademark strong arm to keep out an effort from the Orient right back who’d rumbled forward.

In order to give Orient something to think about, Barnard was subbed as usual and replaced with Antonio. I assumed we’d be going 4-5-1 with Antonio on the right but it was a straight swap and he went up front. I was pondering that it was a bit odd that Papa Waigo hadn’t come on but Antonio made me forget as he managed to get caught offside three times in his first 5 minutes on the pitch. In all seriousness though, Waigo is a forward and Antonio is not, so why?

Saints nearly put it to bed on 75 when Lambert cut on from the left and from a tight angle and hammered it goalwards, where the keeper beat it away. It was time to hold what we have and Wotton came on for Schneiderlin. One comment from near me was ‘oh good, we’ve gone back up to 11 players’. Harsh but fair I thought. Orient huffed and puffed without really creating much aside from tint he 92nd minute when one of their subs, Patulea, lashed one over the bar. Patulea sounds like it’s the name of a bone. I’m sure if you went to the Doctor’s and said you had a bruised Patulea, they’d sign you off work for at least two weeks. I’m sure David Connolly’s had that – he’s had everything else. Full time – Saints 2 Leyton Orient 1.

There is a famous Ian Holloway quote which I apologise for writing verbatim.

"To put it in gentleman's terms if you've been out for a night and you're looking for a young lady and you pull one, some weeks they're good looking and some weeks they're not the best. Our performance today would have been not the best looking bird but at least we got her in the taxi. She wasn't the best looking lady we ended up taking home but she was very pleasant and very nice, so thanks very much, let's have a coffee".

That was Saints performance today. We won and happy days but we weren’t the greatest, not by a long chalk. There were too many players having poor games with only really Adam Lallana and Dean Hammond having decent games. It was a tough game to win today but we got the job done. Time for a coffee.

Next up is Charlton at home who are suddenly back in the automatic promotion mix as a result of Leeds deciding they fancy another crack at the JPT next year. We have to play better than today and we will – or else we will get stuffed. As for the playoff picture, we are 8 points behind Huddersfield who are 6th and stranger things have happened – Alan Bennett had a few good games for us after his Scowcroft nightmare and I’d have never predicted that.

League 1 Match 15 - Leyton Orient 2 Southampton 2

Bad memories, thanks Barry !

Leyton Orient away and a first return to Brisbane Road since 1978 when a Tony Funnell goal secured a draw and the point required to get Saints promoted to Division 1. Division 1 was a thing that existed before the Premier League Brand that we have today. I know very little about today’s opponents aside from the fact that Barry Hearn is the Chairman, the same Barry Hearn that brought us Chas n’ Dave singing Snooker Loopy which started the decline of snooker as a popular sport at the tail end of the 1980's. Of more recent relevance is the fact that Barry Hearn also thought that Saints should have further punishment for entering administration, something along the lines an automatic two division relegation. I don’t like Barry Hearn.

Saints team news saw nothing happen. Hammond was fit for midfield and Connolly was fit for the bench. Saganowski, despite a two goal performance away to Forest Green Rovers Reserves in midweek, didn’t make the trip. Once more it is mildly amusing to reflect on Saga’s career trajectory which has gone from the Euro 2008 finals to Forest Green Rovers Reserves away in just over a year.

What I’d heard in the build up to the game was that Saints had sold 3100 tickets for the trip and couldn’t get any more and they were actually changing hands on the black market. Selling out our allocation meant that we should have about 40% of the support in the ground so it should be a great day out. It’s days like this that make me jealous that I can’t get to away games anymore…sniff! Don’t feel sorry for me though as I’m in a water park in Florida with my family and a lot of fat people.

Had I been at the game, I expect my mood would have changed for the worst however when the O’s went in front with a header from Unpronounceablename. Now fully awake, the Saints piled forward and spent the rest of the first half knocking on the door in much the same way as they had in the first half against the fake Dons. No dice though and half time arrived with us still 1-0 down.

When Saints go into the 2nd half a goal down, Paul Wotton must know by now that he has ten minutes for us to equalize at best, before he gets hauled off and we switch to 4-4-2. A goal duly arrived in the 55th minute with a bullet header from Neal Trotman and Wotton was saved…. Or was he? Nope. Unfortunately, Trotters had put the O’s 2-0 up with an own goal and so Wotton departed, soon followed by Waigo with predictably, Antonio and Connolly coming on.

I’ve retrieved my phone from my locker at the water park at this point and am awaiting text goal alerts but once again, a text message with a gag at the expense of a recently deceased celebrity brings a smile… it’s a good job I’m not a Boyzone fan.

75 minutes, beep beep, 2-1 Lambert from a Lallana assist, come on!!!

83 minutes, beep beep, 2-2 Lambert from a Connolly assist, COME ONNNNNNN!!!!

94 minutes, beep beep, full time. Ummmm, how do I feel ? Hot… it’s 90 degrees here.

In the cold light of day I’m a bit disappointed with this result but when you are 2-0 down away from home with 15 to go then you take a draw. One question thrown up are when will Pardew go 4-4-2 from the start as in the last 2 games, we’ve dominated and scored goals when we’ve switched. Also, Michail Antonio has proved to be a real asset in the last 3 matches and his loan runs out after today’s game… the common concensus is that we should keep him on if at all possible.

For the second week in a row I’ve had to laugh at the comments from the opposition manager. Last week, the fake Dons assistant manager tried to make out they were the better side which even drew a slagging from the MK Dons fans. This week, the Orient manager Geraint Williams, said that over the 90 minutes that they were the better side… OK.. I’ve only got the stats in front of me and I know stats never tell the full story but they had 2 shots on target to our 9, and 4 off target to our 8. We also shaded possession by 52% to 48% and had 13 corners to 5. At one stage, courtesy of Trotters 50p head, Orient had had 1 shot and scored 2 goals.

Contrast the Orient dreamer summary with Pardew’s summary which gave credit to Orient for the way they battled but said that that we created so many chances and we should have won. Who do you think is telling the truth here? There is a school of thought that you want to big up your players but they know when they’ve been under the cosh and you will generally find that fans have more intelligence than you realise and will know when you’re talking crap.

I was hoping to be out of the relegation zone after today but we’ll have to make do with being 5 games unbeaten in the league and still moving upwards. I don’t really want to get into all this ‘if we got the 10 points back’ bollocks but …… if we had the ten points back, we’d be in 7th place, one off the playoffs. In addition…. it would really annoy Barry Hearn but not nearly as much as Snooker Loopy annoyed the whole of western civilisation.

Next up…. FA Cup First Round for the first time in 50 years…. Bristol Rovers away and I feel that Lambo will be counting down the days to that one…