John Boy Saint

This gets more and more like that Terry Gilliam Film Brazil everyday!!!

There must be loads of money coming in soon if they can turn their back on 20,000+/- X £20 for doing chuff all!

Is that what we will be called??!!................................................ Cool!

At least one week of the school holidays was always put aside to a full tournament played at different venues around the street with the fixtures arranged around when you didn't have to go and do something with your Mum and Dad. My Mum and Dad would not buy me a team of my own so for a while I had to borrow a team, until I had fished enough maimed players out of the bin and given them the £6m dollar man treatment complete with a snazzy gold strip (thanks to Airfix).

I got soap in my eyes and put that Perm mix you gave me, on my face instead of shaving foam.

Blimey! There was a whoosh just above my head just then.

She can leave her spawny husband at Chelsea.

In the wilds of North Hampshire 2 miles from Aldermaston everything over the news wires was screened for national security so the news did not get to me until after school, when I got in the house from school the phone was ringing it was my Liverpool mad mate "you are never going to believe who Saints have signed!", before I could guess he blurted out Kevin Keegan!!! I thought he was on a wind up............................ "Switch on Newsround and see for yourself if you don't believe me!!" Straight away on Newsround there it was John Craven saying the words as a Saints fan you never in your wildest dreams ever thought you would hear. I supported the team that had just signed the most famous player in the World: phenomenal. The next day our tight little gang of Saints fans were the centre of attention at School. He was just the tip of the iceburg to what was about to come our way with regard to players we signed, what great days they were even 30 odd years on they are permanently burned onto the hard drive between my ears!

Last league game at the Dell and the Midweek game at the Dell when we went into added time 0-1 down v Newcastle then smashed them to bits winning 3-1: on Solent the commentator sounded like he was going to explode as the 3rd went in( South Today the next night overlaid the footage with his commentary, priceless).

I think it does spread further than them, as not a Dickie bird has been said about West Ham and their owners money disappearing into the Icelandic banking collapse, I thought he had lost the lot and only goodwill was keeping him afloat. It would be funny to see either the Glaziers or Gillette and his mate go tits up and no bugger being around to clear up such huge debts with their loose change and then seeing what is done about it.

Ah well I was heading in the right direction, just a little more industrial.

Rod Stewart let Saints train on his full size footie pitch in his back garden, Essex Hertfordshire way, when Strachan was here and we were playing West Ham at there's live on Sky that night. Didn't the Ugly refer to Dineage as Fred Sewerage once upon a time?

I think the current badge is perfectly sound, it says everything about who and what we are and where we are from. The fact that it has not changed for so many years (un like Leeds Utds way of screwing customers in the pocket every 5 minutes) shows how timeless and distinctive it is. Overall if you look at all football badges very few have been changed over the years at they are the rubber stamp of a clubs identity.

Well if you look at the last 2 times Saints have been promoted they have been secured by results at Leyton Orient away: be nice to get an everything comes in 3's against them.

Dropped your Hobnobs? Oooooh-Errrrrrrr!

Just like they said that the Titanic would never sink

Its funny that everyone blames Sky, yes the contract prices beggar belief everytime they circulate. But in reality the football has improved overall. They are prepared to delve into the lower reaches of football when the internationals are on, they got behind the FA Cup lower rounds (before Sultana and ITV got it). But the criminals in all of this are the Mandarins of the Premier league, Dave Whelan chairman of both Wigan Football and Rugby League teams highlighted this a while ago. In Super League Rugby the rights are owned by Sky and like in Football the rights are sold around the world to the countries with a Rugby League interest. The teams in the Super League, like the Premiership, have a Piggy bank that gets smashed open at the end of the year and divvied up around the teams in the league, the big difference is that unlike the Premiership there is no reward for position: every team from the top to the bottom gets an equal share. So when you add to the equal divide of TV money and the the players salary cap, at the start of the season no one really knows who will be the top dog, yes there are the leagues big teams by tradition, but when you look at Wigan a few years ago they were a Juggernaut in Rugby League but now they are mere mortals, if the Premiership division of money had been introduced to Rugby League Wigan and St Helens would have been the only runners in the race to the silverware. As Dave Whelan says why should the teams who get into the Champions League every year get such a big slice of the domestic league cake because every year barring a catastrophe those top 4 teams are just going to get further and further ahead of the rest. The only thing that will make things change would be if one of the Big 4 were to crash and burn through their owners (ok Arsene persisting with nippers) going bust, walking away, or falling out. and the Monopoly threat of the European superleague would evaporate for the rules to change. But then the FA have their faces alternating between, the big 4's backside, the trough, and having their self importance polished, so this imbalance will never be acknowledged or acted on.

Went there last Sunday for the F A Vase, I had the all clear to park outside a customers warehouse tucked away round the back of of the trading estate. But when I turned up there were cars everywhere parked inconsiderately, so decided to bite the bullet and drove up to the stadium to see parking at £25! the Adult match ticket was only £20. So we decided to park on Second Way 200 yrds from the stadium outside a warehouse with one of the street parking cowboys, they charged £10 were all immensely polite and gave me a numbered "official" ticket and receipt and made sure that we put the ticket in the windscreen. My car was still there along with everyone elses, there were a couple of Mini buses there too.

Matty always spoke very highly of him, got the impression that Matty considered him a good reader of his own game so fed him the right balls, seemed disapointed that they did not play enough games together.

Shouldn't the caption be "Can you see my Growler?".

This just feels like we are going to just fizzle out into obscurity in the same half ar$ed ****eyed way this club has been run with just a couple of shining moments St Mary's and the Strachan time................. Ah well C'est la vie: there's always Glossop North End who I was supporting in the F A Vase on Sunday.

I was diverted away from the incident coming home on Monday. You knew it was serious, makes a little more personal when you hear that it was a fellow Saints fan. RIP Dean

I will smile quietly to myself in future. By the way Stevo I have those tickets you wanted for Les Miserables.

Saw a funny thing (I thought it was anyway) on my way home tonight. I was driving along the A303 from the west I just got onto one of the dualled stretches out by Warminster when I saw an Aston Martin convertible coming up behind me emitting smoke. Matey boy driving it seemed totally oblivious to it, I slowed down a little to let him pass out of curiosity as I thought that it was tyre smoke. He went past me as he did you could hear the tyre flapping then hey presto the tyre went into a ring of tread and shards of rubber, by this time I had put on the hazards and slowed to almost a stop as the tyre casing was meandering all over the road, even then it was still raining tyre shreddings, Matey still seemed oblivious but I think when his car struggled to round the slip road he was taking he realised something was up and stopped. When he got out and looked at the back of the car he threw his hands in the air, then like a toddler being denied sweets in the shop he had a stamping fit before kicking the naked alloy rim that had been driven for 1/4 of a mile totally unclothed! Ouch!!! ££££££££££££££!!! Made me chortle for a while.

Got over your boredom of Chicken then :-)