Libertine

Everyone following Number 6's lead?

A friggin' miracle.

We've finally gone Full Nelson!

His name begins with J and ends with ordan Ayew.

Buzzing to see my boy Ayew back where he belongs. Sitting here in my full kit absolutely gagging for kick-off at the home of football yes indeed.

Brilliant.

Voila. MISSING - EVERYTHING BUT THE GOAL I step off the train I'm walking Filbert Street again Think of before But you don't play here anymore Feels years since you've been there Now you've disappeared somewhere Like Cremonese You've found some better place And I miss you Like our Patson missed his aim And I miss you Like our Patson missed his aim Could you be dead? You always were two steps ahead Of everyone We’d watch as you chugged on Red Bull I’d look as you sh*thouse And I can almost hear you shout To the gang To warn them "Chat sh*t, get banged!” And I miss you Like our Patson missed his aim And I miss you Like our Patson missed his aim Back on the train I ask why did I come again God what a mess The current team offer no f***ing press And the years have proved To offer nothing since you moved You're long gone But I can't move on And I miss you Like our Patson missed his aim And I miss you Like our Patson missed his aim I step off the train I'm walking Filbert Street again Think of before I guess you don't play here anymore Feels years since you've been there Now you've disappeared somewhere Like Cremonese You've found some hotter place And I miss you And I miss you You've found some better place And I miss you Like our Patson missed his aim And I miss you Like our Patson missed his aim And I miss you Like our Patson missed his aim And I miss you, yeah Like our Patson missed his aim Like our Patson missed his aim Like our Patson missed his aim

Ask and you shall receive... Let’s Push Things Backwards This ain't just down, it's pure defeat Make it complete So what's the story? Guaranteed idiocy, come take your seat Latest technology, ticket cards at the KP Huge but recoupable advance Macquarie be vigilant We excel in both failure and incompetence So let's post our sh*t graphics And we'll have a little clap, shall we? No goals pitch, just media tripe Pure b*llocks, nice and ripe We speak no communication, ignore gripes It's just your archetypal modern ground Scan for any sound - North, South, East, West Silence all round and leave early in mounds You say that every player loves the game Then you go buy them Skill is elusive my friend Let's push things backwards You say that every player loves the game Then you go buy them Skill is elusive my friend Let's push things backwards As we regress to zero points I wholeheartedly agree with yer viewpoint But this ain't your typical League One joint We get sponsors with “due diligence” They're a real firm, we’re stringent That KBet shirt, it's fake son We got the settlement And KP entrancement Adjust your expectancy Sign old bangers, not Bentleys Leave that to the contract bodger And small statured 55 percent shareholder You won't see us face Aston Villa Man United, or Sevilla We're gonna need more clappers Throw out the doughnuts and free p*ss-weak Singha Crank it up for the Aiyawatt Strikers ready with the potshots, the plop thickens Shit opposition in this sub-standard division But remember promote next season Remember, promote next season Internal review still unwriitten You say that every player loves the game Then you go buy them Skill is elusive my friend Let's push things backwards They say that every player loves the game Then you go buy them Skill is elusive my friend Let's push things backwards Ticket renewals? No, more fans ditch us Anthony, fix this! Around 'ere we pay turds huge riches As Leicester City burns down, Jon is failing up Turns out you’re in luck So I know this dodgy **** in Bangkok So it's just another larb stick from your favourite City owner Case you geezers don't know it Let's Push Things Backwards Got no supporters, it’s pure torture Calling all ballers, forum dawdlers Careful-what-you-wish-for-ers, City clawless Love us or hate us, but don't slate us We were in League One once Flop signings with zero starts, got the duds Crocked stars, troubles a much with J Rud Let's push things backwards You say that every player loves the game Then you go buy them Skill is elusive my friend Let's push things backwards They say that every player loves the game Then you go buy them Skill is elusive my friend Let's push things backwards

Does house music have lyrics? Would need some suggestions, not my forte!

Flippin’ exceptional @Katy

It's time for my latest creation lads. Good luck @Anonymous F.O.X. New pod theme song @Ric Flair? THE NEXT EPISODE (OF THE POD) JAKE: La da da da da, it’s the motherf***in BSLB (Big strong! Big strong!) La da da da da, you know I’m Watson, J-A-K-E JORD: You know who’s rockin’ these leopard f***ers! Spread the tweets out there! Turn that shit up! Sup Jake!? JAKE: Top host, invite 'em all, fellas, turn that shit up BSLB, my list’ners, turn that shit up J-OR-D, R-I-C. yeah, we hookin' back up And when I bang this on YouTube, baby, you got to get up It's a Leicester fiesta, yeah, we havin’ our fun Pod life, squad life, boys, we the number ones Takin' chances while we guessing in Who Are Ya, for sure Going viral on GB News, catching strays from afar Bitches lookin' at me strange but you know I don't care 'Cause I wanna see us go down just to see the swamp cleared Ric keeps talkin' big talk, he’s obsessed with Tetê Almost hit the two hour mark, time to call it a day We got Godders, we got Potter, we all over the map And ‘so-called’ Guy Branston? Bitch, shut your trap Come back, get back, there’s no need to depress With the BSLB, we’ll be reviewing the mess RIC: La, da, da, da, da It's the motherf***in' R-I-C (Ric Flair, motherf***er!) La, da, da, da, da You know I'm mobbin' with Jord and Jakey Straight off the ****in' streets of Hinckley King of the youth—you gotta get them in the team Bin gaffers off, they’re all a bunch of prats How you feel, Harry Soutts, where you at?! I'm all Guinness’d out in the caravan Red wine in the back, Garries in my crack YouTube clips on my lap, scouting youth games Monga, Evans, Louis Page! Cremona, Como and Milan It's Leicester City love, this LCFC bud got a craving for the pub I'm on one, I might rock up in the Menphys Hub With my kit on, on my hippo Get my drink on and my jokes on Then go home with someone we loaned on (Tetê, bitch!) Where’d ya come from, where did ya go? Comin' real, it's the next episode JORD: Hold up, hey For my list’ners who be thinkin' we soft We don't play We gon' rock it 'til Jake's battery falls off Hold up, hey For my list’ners who be actin' too bold Take a seat Hope you ready for the next episode Hey, hey, hey Concede every game.

Incredible work once again @Anonymous F.O.X. Credit to @splinterdream for the suggestion as well. Also - can we make it a new bit to have Ric's answer to the Dear Ric just to be "Get f***ing annihilated and worry about the rest later" every week, no matter the question?

He had his ways, the gaffer.

Cov fan though.

*claps*

He left the forum after Moe the Bartender said it's the worst name he'd ever heard.

Not even watching and his shit-eating grin is making my skin crawl.

Do we really want to remember them?!

JFC

My bad, I just turned the match on.

I’ve got another coming soon lads. I think I’ve outdone myself.

I'm a blonde bimbo girl in a fantasy world Dress me up, make it tight, I'm your dolly You're my doll, rock and roll, feel the glamour in pink Kiss me here, touch me there, hanky-panky Really makes you think.

Nice, it was a shame we didn't go for Antonio.

3 years ago is forgivable. Still having the same view now is not.

Idea for a sign: "Incompetents fail upwards, LCFC plunge downwards" With moving wobbly heads of Rudders et al.