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What a time to be alive!

Song for the Supercomputer Sung to Super Trouper (obviously) Apologies to ABBA (and everyone else) The Supercomputer predicts we're gonna finish As high as thirteenth I see Brendan with his lovely teeth Shining like the sun Smiling having fun Feeling like a number one I was sick and tired of everything Because of that fraud we got from Glasgow All I do is drink and wail and moan Wishing every game was his last game So I was glad to hear your calculations Suddenly I feel alright And it's gonna be different When we're on the pitch tonight The Supercomputer predicts we're gonna finish Higher up the league So I won't feel blue Like I always do And someone in the crowd will boo

Ben Nelson subbed after 33 mins with England 😩

Rather see Brendan Rodger’s with balls.

I always think we have a chance with Ward not in the side.

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I clicked on this as I was going to give it a I honestly thought it was a new chant for Rodgers. Referring to his love child Gavin in case your wondering. Not Gavin, Danny always mixing those two up. Had a mare.

Yes

Why isn't he pointing?

I hope his loan ends before 3rd June so he can play in the cup final.

Awful reveal but tbf they haven't had much practice lately. Welcome Vic!

I predicted we'd be toothless.

A brilliant footballer. I'm saddened to hear this news. R.I.P.

Wiki Louise Taylor of The Guardian christened Dúbravka the "reluctant keeper" after he admitted his favourite position to play is right wing; he sometimes plays as an outfielder in training and coaching staff have suggested that he switch to a midfield role.[36] https://www.theguardian.com/football/2018/feb/23/martin-dubravka-goalkeeper-newcastle-bournemouth The RW we've craved.

Tbh apart from Ward, Thomas, Soumare, Perez and Daka that's pretty much the team I'd have picked.

The Greatest. R.I.P. I was fortunate enough to see him play for Santos in a friendly against Fulham in 1973. I waited outside the ground until he came out, he was really friendly, happy to shake everyone's hand. A great memory for me.

Volleyball it.

Peter Tobin dead. Thank f*** for that. Good riddance.

Written by Mark Hollis in a plea to his brother Ed to kick heroin, sadly Ed died the same month as the album release. Sadly Marc Hollis made very little music after this and also died too young. The song gets me every time.

"Are you coming up the pub for a few jars?" "Unlikely" "Oh, staying home to shag the misses?" "Not likely"

Red Devils or Citizens away, Greater Manchester's been a happy hunting ground this season.

I call him Weasley Fofana.

For me toss up between Thompson and Claridge in play off finals. For the pure exultation of the moment - Thompson.