14-0 Gets Us Second

Afternoon gang. A victory by a mere 14 goals tonight, and we’ll officially be the closest chasers to the Middle Eastlanders; a historically stubborn and belligerent blue wave from that there side of Mersey are all that stand in our way. To be honest, I’d take a scrappy ten-nil-er. You know, just to stay interested like.

Cheltenham ticket duly dispatched to a lovely chap wot answered my Twitter ‘shout out’, details of the game remain elusive, but a greater number of goals were scored by us than them, and on we march to the North-South divide of Watford for the 4^th round. Arse/Chelski/Manure for the 5^th round should we progress, I’m sure.

Dawsons back, which will hopefully see the return of the marvellous ‘Dawsons Week’ on the official site (doo doo doo doo, doodoo doo doo doo). Was there ever a more tenuous reason to chronicle the fortunes of one player, than the fact that it sort of sounded like a period-enducing flop fest from the 90’s? Who cares, it’s the stuff of a marketers dreams and I’m embracing it fully.

Elsewhere, Sandro’s got a ‘bad one’, Gallas, not so much, Thuddlestone’s hair continues its outward trajectory, and Parker is very doubtful for tonight. Unfortunately, in comes, probably, Lake Jivermore. Apt, what with him being a bit wet and not moving much. Fears for our ability in the middle of the grass against whoever they decide to play there abound.

Still, Luka van der Bale plays, so let’s not whinge too much, there’s enough there to get a semblance of a job done.

Stand up and be counted, or some such. Joint second is there for the grabbing. Not one for the motivationals you understand. Win etcetera! Goals!

2-1 to the Spurs