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w00T for Saints!!! Get the winner you beauties!

Right peeps, I can't deal with the tension, and am getting the eye from the lady, so I'm retiring myself from the thread tonight. Lucky ****? Or just lucky that I'm retiring from the thread. You decide. One quick pic for luck: Lucky nun, lucky smoke. Get in Saints! Nighty night.

Just thought - Puncheon on, scoring two goals and getting us the win, and he would have completely, COMPLETELY, wiped the slate clean in my mind.

Come on you Yellows! (p.s. Enchiladas are delicious.)

Since we signed him, West Ham fans were bemoaning not signing Sharp. Unless he scores, they won't be so concerned if he plays as well as you lot are saying he has. (I chose not to listen to Saints Player tonight!) Cardiff 3-0 up.

Cardiff 2-0 up.

Cardiff one up. :-(

Please God no...

It's early doors still. (Pub analogy follows.) West Ham scored in the early evening, while we were still getting a bite to eat. Matt Taylor got barred. Now it's about half seven, and Saints have finished their meal and have started drinking. Come half time, Saints will have had a few, West Ham will be quite drunk already. By around 11pm, West Ham will be getting taxis home, Saints will be at their peak. Towards the end, Saints are off to a nightclub, West Ham will be all tuckered out and in bed, spewing their guts all over the place. Yep, I've gone radio rental.

Let's watch the "champions elect" park the bus now. Well it's our fricking bus and we'll park it where we want!

1-0 down but still, our passing game SHOULD rip ten men to shreds. Loads of time to win this - but let's get that important equaliser FAST! (Oh, and James Blunt is a fail Phil! :-))

She is - as long as I stick it in her later. Bosh. (Our dinner out will be Friday, but she doesn't need to know that yet!)

Fiancee (as she comes in from work): Happy Valentines' Day sexy! What's for dinner? Me (Groggily waking up just now after napping on the sofa since coming home from work): Dunno, whatever you can be arsed to cook. Fiancee: So no special dinner? Me: Anything you cook will be special to me, now shut it, the Saints match is on in a minute. Fiancee: Fine, Enchiladas it is then. Me: Get in! (Enchiladas being one of my favourites. God bless women that run our lives!)

Smash 'em!

If the parrallels are real and true, then 1) I would sh!t my pants at Bialkowski being our keeper in an FA Cup final against Man Utd, 2) Puncheon will soon be dead and 3) Jos Hooiveld will be our future manager! ;-)

I've heard a couple of jokes thast have already been on here. Couple more... All her life she wanted a bodyguard, and instead she ends up with a Bobby-'tard. After finding her body in the bath, a paramedic was heard to utter: "After all her drug problems, at least she died clean!"

Go on then! My friend's fella ran it last year and at the end, in Horseguards parade, he looked shattered and could barely move. He was still adamant he was coming down the pub for a few though! What surprised me, as a spectator, was the number of Saints shirts in the watching crowd. (Besides mine.) If I CAN make it this year, I'll be wearing the sash, and usually stand around the Canary Wharf bit.

For a striker that's not a tap in merchant, he's done amazingly well to be top nPC scorer. Saints legend.

So if we lose every single game between now and the end of the season, it'd doable? Dalek is in with a shout there...

Well, we're coming up behind them, so smashing them from behind seemed the obvious choice. No, wait...

'Smash them' is having a trial run. If it fails on Tuesday, normal service will be resumed.

I'll be there cheering you on - I go every year if I can - and my cheering is worth more than money. :-D

Makes logical sense - will always be on the pitch as he's rarely subbed, and thus available to step into the keeper void - and Cork can play right back should he need to cover there.