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I believe the children are our future and that I can fly and that the first cut is the deepest but most of all - in the words of the great Dutch mystic, Father Abraham, I believe la la la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la la la, la la la

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Taking the positives: no nails were broken and a little buff at Leicester Lashes n Nails and we'll be ready to go again; presuming there's no issue with hurty feelings or a vague sense of ennui.

Vest Jam.

Where's our marquee signing from the winter transfer window?

In times of need When it's all over bar the shouting Bobby D Cordova Reed Will end your ceaseless doubting And when the hour cometh for you To unleash the dogs of war You'll find it's true, Jordan Ayew Is all you want, and more Men will hold their manhoods cheap And find them endlessly flaccid the doubters then will weep and the fanzine tills shall beep In celebration of all that Faes did Ah, Ruud, the awakening When the fightback began The second great escape begins tonight at West Ham

Are we still playing David Brentford for Comic Relief? I ask, as you all seem a little agitated.

I see one after another; golden, shiny and bejewelled shithouses leading to a triumphant 17th position. The spirits have spoken.

What does the ball crossing the line mean again?

What's that you say Skippy? Someone's glued you to a bench and won't let you glitter like the beautiful footballer you are? Strewth!

In another cunning Rudkin ruse Danny Ward is transfurring to the Foxettes.

Wolverhampton Launderers

I like that one.

I said schexy football you big eejit.

Is Herr Rudkin a bad guy, Hans?

It's the cob based diet that puts most of them off - they want focaccia and olives, honestly, they're worse than people from London.

Trading Places - A Story of Betrayal and Redemption

How do you like your spuds served? Mashed, please.

As the blood drained and his grip slipped El Goatee fell into a pleasant reverie in which the green surroundings of Plymouth Argyle pinged with Enzo balls and the feint outline of Keith Weller's tights danced gently to a Mariachi version of When You're Smiling sung by Coleen Rooney.

Hunstanton is nice at this time of year and you can get good elevation on the ball.

"Good line up, Ruud. S.Cooper

And gentlemen in Enderby now a-bed Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Stephen's day. I see you bristling foxes in your dens Straining upon the start. The game’s afoot Follow your spirit and upon this charge Cry God for Ruudie, Leicester and Saint Edouard

ITK sources suggest that Ruud drew Wolves in the Secret Santa.

We need to keep the wolves from the four.

Do I get to keep the match ball for each three I let in? Danny two-balls has a certain ring to it.