Leyther_Matt

Same here, panic over! Did feel a bit late, mind. I know there’s probably only a finite number of matches that will be a scramble given we’d expect big allocations at Preston and Blackburn, but it’s miles easier all the same.

They’d better get cracking on with AST. I’d be gutted to be ending up back in fastest finger first after three seasons of not even worrying about it

I do for each month tbf. I manually put the fixtures in my phone calendar though because I found the automated ones meant I missed any rearrangements You’d have to assume they’ve found a way of maintaining that

They’ll absolutely find a way of fucking it up Stick the kids out in the first round. Although it would be nice to put Wednesday in their place.

Yes same week, hadn’t realised that. At least it only mucks about with a home game, but still feels to be odd scheduling given how many Championship sides would get through to that stage.

Well that was surprisingly light. Trains booked for Millwall and QPR. A rare sub-£50 return!

London half 12s are great, bags of time afterwards and don’t have to leave much earlier than you would anyway The potential of a Thursday or Friday isn’t appealing. Hope they keep the free handbacks on AST for rearranged games.

Never moaning again about English heat. Just spent the last 4 days in Toulouse where it was utterly brutal. “Feels like” was still 39 degrees at 10pm on Friday night.

I’m in soberdan territory though staying over at Boro away between Xmas and New Year so I can go up the ECML to Hibs v St Mirren the following night

Charnley was very much the hero of the most notorious story to involve him. As one of Partick’s assorted rogues and rapscallions, presided over by enduringly oddball manager John Lambie (a man who once hurled a dead pigeon at a player, and dropped a medicine ball on Charnley’s head), Chic and teammates were training in Ruchill Park – not-so affectionately known as ‘dogshit park’. The club’s lack of a training ground meant they had to train on whatever loosely-termed greenery they could find, leaving the players open to the occasional interaction with their adoring public. On this particular morning in 1990, they met with a torrent of abuse from some local ne’er do wells. Charnley invited them to take their leave and to come back in an hour if they wanted to continue the ‘conversation’; the duo took him at his word, and returned a short while later with a carving knife, an Alsatian and a samurai sword. At this point, most of the squad wisely took a powder. “I’ll argue with a player all night,” said Lambie, “but I’m not arguing with some fucking nutter with a sword”. Charnley and a couple of teammates however, remained to face down the would-be ronin. When the dog blinked first and scarpered, causing a distraction, Charnley’s mates acted quickly to take down the man with the knife. That left Charnley with the swordsman, and he bravely charged towards him, inexplicably taking a stray traffic cone as a makeshift weapon, only to see a flash of the blade and blood pouring from his hand. That his assailant dropped the weapon in the process allowed Charnley to deliver unto him an absolute pasting and drive him off, but he still bears the scar to this day. Just another day at Partick Thistle.

Reserved an £89 Ibis on an industrial estate for Swansea. Wasn’t going to bother with Pompey but 2 nights in the Best Western at Gunwharf Quay for £70 has changed my mind. Who said romance was dead?

We’re going to end up drawing them in the first round of the League Cup

Con Boutsianis was exactly that. And incredibly has managed to remove it from his Wiki page

The Irish lad is a mad one. Kept ignoring the call ups because they were in Portuguese 🤣 The defending against Spain would explain why Santos didn’t get a look in

Thought that was the whole point of moving? 🥁