Gravel rash

ME! It was Claude Greengrass...Selwyn Froggitt as was, aka Bill Maynard. he was a big mate of Frankie Worthy! What do I win?

Sat near to Shaun Edwards and his son at Highbury a few years back, he was wearing a Levi jacket with BWFC pin in lapel. I think his missus was a Wanderer and she converted him. Vernon Kay was there too 100% Wanderer, with his wife. Peter Kay does not follow football at all. Dave Spikey big Wanderer Badly Drawn Boy also Danny Jones too Plus a host of others, who've the Stokies got, Nick phooking Hancock, the squeeky voiced, smug, smarmy unfunny fart!

...Venky, Venky, Venky, Venky, Venky Boys. Should sound good booming out of the Darwen End at Ewok as we punce them down the chute to the fizzy pop league!

Chungy says if the North Koreans attack and they reach his village, he will be the first to join up and fight. When asked where his village was he replied "Edgworth".....I'll get me coat.

Burnley is the sticks, Bear Grylls wouldn't go there...and he's a right knob!

Happy with the team picked, but just seen the Southampton strip...if Hector Chumpitaz comes on for them we're fooked!

Minnie Caldwell?

'Says he's looking for a club...a three wood should do it. That seems to be the weapon of choice for exponents of the art of clubbing...Craig Bellamy and Tiger Woods' bint for instance. I'll post on here when I'm tired of hitting him, couple of days probably... I'm not as young as I was. Any volunteers for taking up the cudgel when I eventually begin to flag?

Brimg yer boots, what position do you play? Don't bother answering that, play where you want, rest of us will fit in around you.

Bruce Rioch roused the rabble when Wolves were due at Burnden. He turned the already formidable old ground into a seething cauldron of fanatical fervour, targeted against the Old Gold Bastards. Bruce complimented us and thanked us and wished that passion could be bottled, to be uncorked when required, in our hour of need. The hour is upon us, time to uncork the bottle. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean. Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit To his full height. On, on, you noblest English. Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof! Fathers that, like so many Alexanders, Have in these parts from morn till even fought And sheathed their swords for lack of argument: Dishonour not your mothers; now attest That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you. Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot: Follow your spirit, and upon this charge Cry 'God for Owen, Bolton, and Saint George! COME ON YOU WHITE MEN! CHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGGGGE!!!!!!!!

By George I think we've got it! We could be the new Lennon and Macrtney

Barry Kilbey said to Owen C Have you heard of the Longside Burnerlee Owen says no I dont think so But I've heard of the Lower Nat Lofthouse in the corner near the visiting bastar..... Needs a bit of polishing, probably to the last line. Another can of Speckled Hen please.....1 - 1 Come on Reading!

Let's go and grab him an all. Why? Because we can! Muwwaaahahahaaa!