Haggischomper

Where the hell did the ref find 16 seconds of injury time?

It's absolutely tremendous! Long may it continue - hope the 'extra' 4000 don't go disappearing back into the woodwork. Would be great to give them a goal or two to cheer, mind

Plus, he'd barely be able to move with teh weight of expectation upon him

Cos he's from Norwich - they all sound weird out that way

Watching Tony Vaughan was a bit like glacier and whale watching combined.

I think you and yabba should sponsor the shirts. With Fatcalf Yabba's Turd on the front they can't fail to sell thousands!

2-1 Well

Direct from a free kick

Nah, we're OUTSIDE the market, looking longingly in and hoping something falls off the delivery truck....

reconnected in time to see we are up 2-1 thanks to Reynaldo

Scored tonight but got subbed at half time. Thanks for the synopsis!

1-1. Shuker for us and then they went straigt up the aprk and scored form a throw-in, the scorer being unmarked.

No tweets tonight?

BBC From Our Correspondant.... piece

+1

3-nada!

I can see yer point of view but, for me, there's only two colours in football - Claret and Amber. Anything else, I only have a passing interest in. Like almost everyone else, I'll be waiting on the Semi Final starting but when I get home from here I know what result I'll be looking for first - and it isn't the one where the quest is to win The Veined Golden Dobber, that's for sure.

SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP, YOU! (how was that?)

Posted this before. Daresay will post again. 16 years old when I went to war, To fight for a land fit for heroes, God on my side, and a gun in my hand, Counting my days down to zero, And I marched and I fought and I bled and I died, And I never did get any older, But I knew at the time that a year in the line, Is a long enough life for a soldier, We all volunteered, and we wrote down our names, And we added two years to our ages, Eager for life and ahead of the game, Ready for history's pages, And we fought and we brawled and we whored 'til we stood, Ten thousand shoulder to shoulder, A thirst for the h*n, we were food for the gun, And that's what you are when you're soldiers, I heard my friend cry, and he sank to his knees, Coughing blood as he screamed for his mother, And I fell by his side, and that's how we died, Clinging like kids to each other, And I lay in the mud and the guts and the blood, And I wept as his body grew colder, And I called for my mother and she never came, Though it wasn't my fault and I wasn't to blame, The day not half over and ten thousand slain, And now there's nobody remembers our names, And that's how it is for a soldier.

Let us not forget Roberto Martinez.

I'd give that one about 10 mins before someone rammed it somewhere where you .....er.....couldn't quite muster exactly the same wind power, shall we say?

That made me laugh!

Cos he's slow as hell and, consequently, gives away a lot of fouls. In the SPL that would kill us. And old, experinced head, yes - for sure. But he also has the old legs, sadly. You have to think of our situation - we laready have Craigan there who isn't the paciest - attackers would just run at us straight through the middle.

Gobsmacked.