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Luke Thomas is ****ing useless.

We are so bad all over the pitch.

Ref’s a pain in the arse.

I’m going round to Rudkin’s tonight for a mild cheddar cheese board. No chutney. And I’ve got to bring my own crackers. cheers all.

Over the years I’ve made regrettable love to some absolute trogs who look like they struggle to turn round and wipe their own anal cavity. Yet, all of them - I’m certain - would show me more fight and desire as well as skill and ability in the No.9 than Jordan ****ing Ayew.

Give it Linda Ginetta til Boxing Day

4-1 Game On. Flask’s still half full and warm. Just found a bonus sandwich at the bottom of my pack up bag, next to my signed picture of Top. Big last 5mins.

Genuine question - do we have a defensive coach?

Decent first 45 that.

We essentially signed this bag of shit to use him in some low budget Christmas campaign photoshoots. And now we’ll be replacing him with a bloke who couldn’t walk at the start of the year. That’s how shit Carranza is.

I ****ing love big Bobby.

Has he played since the car crash?

Christ almighty that 2nd half was shit.

Rudkin’s lining up a new 5-year deal for Faes, so forget about James coming permanently.

He really thinks he’s something he’s not. Get him gone for a few quid in Jan.

Any result is a win-win. a win = a win. a draw = not a total embarrassment. a loss = Marti should hopefully get sacked. Happy ****ing weekend lads.

I hate this cocky, curly-headed fųck.

This is genius. 👏

Rudkin moves slower than old people fųck. Even if we wanted him sacked last night, it’ll take Jon and Top until about mid-Feb to make it official.

Give it Graham Brock until Xmas.

Went down for a beer at 2-0, left on about 22mins, heard their 3rd as I waited for my Uber home. Simply horrific.

Stop ****ing playing Hamza and Wout.

Tom Canon scores early. Bamford seals it with 2 in the 2nd half. 0-3. Top dishes out some warm beers, stale donuts and soft Filbert Fox toys. The KPFC brigade clap, dance and wave off the team. A few lucky ones get a quick selfie with Top’s brother. Flasks are all drank. Sandwiches are consumed. USB Hand-warmers still have 32% battery. We remember who we are and where we belong. And then look forward to Derby away.

he better not start dishing out warm beer and stale donuts in a bid to 'get closer'.

I wasn’t there so I don’t know how loud it was or how long it was going on for. But - in all honestly - do people seriously think that those who chanted it actually wish death on him and/or have any intentions of physically harming him? It’s not like they followed him home and broke into his house ffs. Or maybe I’m not as sensitive as others. My immediate gut feeling, after having only heard about it this evening, is that it’s a crap chant, probably led by the bin heads of our fanbase. But with no actual intent. Feels to me like it’s a chant born out of sustained, compounded anger and lack of communications from the hierarchy regarding our pretty horrific demise. Are these ‘supporter groups’ being a bit soft and playing right into Top and Rudkin’s hands by ‘reporting’ this? Rudkin feels even more untouchable now it’s been reported. The ****ing audacity of the club’s post is unreal. In what world do they think this brings them closer to the fans? Yet I’m sat here still awaiting the findings of the internal inquest as to why we went down the first time round. For the record, before anyone chokes on their flask and has a hissy fit, I don’t wish death on Jon. But if do wish he left my football club immediately.