Daggers

A whole load of you need to subscribe to my new forum WeatherTalk.com, I think you’d love it.

Spot the ball

What fog?

My [banned word] on the computer right now

Not sure January signings come in kit form like that

Thoughts and festive prayers for all of you hoping not to get absolutely reamed.

We’ve lost our second marquee this season - you’d really think someone would consider taking it down in bad weather. And we’ve lost our pizza van. I think I’d rather have lost Isiah Noel-Williams. Still, 3-1 to the entitled boys and four points clear at the top again.

You’re aware wrong then. We took 500 to St Ives, swamping their support, and have taken over 400 to a couple of others this season. Given away contingents aren’t reported and can’t be calculated, you must have some kick arse method of assessing us “entitled” clubs from matches you’ve not attended.

If it wasn’t for this thread I’d probably not post at all anymore.

Cheese footballs. That pisses on Tom’s present.

Mission rn, trying to get as anhelated as possible. Mission going well. If there was a champiosnhip for it, I’d win it.

Given I’m well into smoked salmon, real ale, mini Guinnesses and a variety of cheeses, I’ll take that as the compliment it probably was 😁

Yes. The creamy texture, the salty taste. What’s not to love.

Lactose intolerance says you are wrong

Cheese footballs and Baileys are severely underrated.

And yet, possibly not…

I hated football almost as much as I hated King Power and what LCFC had become. I seriously loathed everything about the club - and not bothering with STs or memberships was incredibly easy. Not bothering with match tickets then became simple. From the first match back at the Poppies after buying a season ticket, I returned home with a broad smile. Over the last two seasons the bond has become stronger - regardless of the first one being nothing but humiliating defeats. I volunteer to maintain the grounds, know everyone by first name, and can be regularly found in the clubhouse away from fixtures. Above and beyond anything else, the club is the people who volunteer there and the community it serves. Matchdays start at midday with pints and pizza, awaydays are a joy of experiencing tiny grounds for the first or second time. I couldn’t give a flying fvck about international or the professional game, this is real football - everything the soulless part of the game has forgotten or forsaken. I get nothing but joy, there is no despair. A loss is simply a loss, the day is far more than that.

Ms Hbu Rton there, ladies and gentlemen. The UK’s foremost psychic, balloon animal creator and life model. Football forensic insight is just a second string she could earn money from but cocks a snook at. The incredible Ms Hbu Rton, my favourite forum poster.