Miltonaggro

At the game with my nipper on Saturday and he made the sage comment 'Onuachu would win more headers if he didn't jump!' - this is true, he has the timing of a Morris Marina and the aerial threat of Warwick Davis in a sleeping bag. If Tranzonspor come calling after Christmas we must send this Turkey to Turkey, even at a loss.

Thank fuck for that!

Hamilton Academicals won’t have that ceiling, even with Russbert Einstein at the helm.

Probably a 90% repossession of the Range Rover and McMansion as soon as they got relegated.

Puttin' on the Ritz...

More chance of Gene Wilder than Russell Martin!

That's what I thought, textbook, felt like last season. Mid table championship Russ's comfort zone I suppose.

Word!

That's unfair. There are lots of highly capable people in the Championship and League One with a serious claim too.

I’d now take a League cup win and relegation with record low points. Put saints on the map.

Kraft is the biggest cheese of all.,

Fuck a duck!

Our name is on the cup this year. Stoke will be lucky to get to 17% possession.

Think Selles is a promising young coach. Sport republic did him or us no favours by putting him in charge of a relegation threatened premier league side released from the clutches of an idiot, but Reading a favour by letting him go for nothing. Not sure he would have done much worse than Martin last season or this - at least he knows the value of the press (not just for his roll neck sweaters and slacks).

Peak Partridge in his interviews today, Saints fans the manifestation of Tony Hayers and the BBC.

Lest we forget..

Mussolini 1940…

Betting with inside information is a criminal offence. That includes part time working in the club shop!

The PR dept will be selling t-shirts of this result on Tuesday.

Welease the secret weapon…

Or the first and middle thirds to be fair!

Russ pops into the Man City dressing room at full time whilst Pep is having his post victory dump!

If this stays 1-0 Martin will think he’s Brian Clough.

I was picking something up downstairs in John Lewis once, race to the counter and I out-manoeuvred the bloke next to me, that was Svennson. He was fine about it but his leggy missus looked miffed. He got served just after and had bought a new kettle. Overrated.