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Fucking hell. I watched it on a youtube link and must have done about 10 or 15 mins of it before thinking "they're not showing us on the list of teams left to be drawn". Then it dawned on me - it was last year's draw!! Thick cunt.

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I'd have done the same, effectively, by changing my name by deed poll to Cuntface The Dolphin, and standing for the "Dolphin (Cuntface)" party. The brackets are important as they cut out any ambiguity. The electoral commission people come down on that sort of thing like a ton of bricks. I've got a deposit to save, when all is said and done. Main policies on the issues of the day: Green: mitigate the visual blight of vast solar energy farms by building them underground. Law and order: Prison sentence for anyone found in possession of a skateboard or electric scooter/bike. Scandals and public trust: Prince Andrew to be given official residence at the old Pontins site at Ainsdale. Now, the lad has to make a living, so he gets the deckchair concession. Fair is fair; but he has to be chaperoned. Health: Henry Westons cider to be available on the NHS. Once in power, me and my cabinet (or should I say pod) will make Britain great again. Oven ready but not tuna friendly. I'm anyone's for a bit of hake. We'll be reeling in the floating voters before you can say "Fishy Sunak". "I have a bream"....that'll be me slogan, oh yes. Vote Dolphin (Cuntface)! The only party fit for porpoise.

I've said it before, just pay the smugglers to be border guards.

Said the same on here a few times before. It was unique - the clapping would just resonate with the whole Burnden stand, paddock and everything. The structure itself. Just heard it do that a few times in the late 70s; but it was literally the structure, resonating. Nowt like it since. Even may times with massive crowds in that era it often never quite happened. Just summat about those few times when quite honestly, the physical stand itself joined in.

I loved one reportedly sung at MK Dons franchise fans by some home fans sympathetic to the original Wimbledon, who were knocking around some minor southern league when starting again from scratch. They were playing away in Somerset that day and the chant from the anti MK home fans... "You're supposed to be at Frome". Genius.

This summary is always worth a re-read Harry Goslin

How was her shaky hand?

Always remember being at Brentford away when Steve Perryman was player manager - late 80s it was. He'd been top player in a pretty good, and certainly big profile, Spurs team for 17 years (thanks wiki!) including when we were jousting them for promotion late 70s. I was living in London at the time so it was easy for me, but the few hundred die-hards who'd come down deserve much credit. It may even have been the game we finally broke our London away hoodoo. Anyway, what I can picture even now, all those years later, was him using his experience and skill to beat a man to the ball, turn and make some space, turn again and take another out - and then thread a ball down the wing to where he'd been used to a player with some skill and proactivity would have been. Of course, nobody was there. The look on his face summed it up. He realised he's not with top flight players any more.... Not saying I felt sorry for him at all, the cunt, - but it really hit home what had just hit him, and that has stuck with me all those years.

WW's panto. Obviously NiC would be artistic director and flog the tickets/choc ices. But who plays which character?

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Late 1970s, anthropologist Desmond Morris wrote this The Soccer Tribe | Got, Not Got which I remember had a cracking figure over analysing the “hardness” of fans (dressed in his beloved Oxford United colours) based on where they had their scarf etc This was a cracker back in the day (1977) and knocks around used book sites:

Didn't they kill the next one as well?

We need some external force to turn up to rally all the world's troops in defense of the Earth. Against some fuckers from Pluto or somewhere. Or better still, another galaxy. That way, when we shit 'em (as it emerges that back where they came from they were hard as nails, slaughtered star systems and took liberties with nebulae; but then turned out to be 6 inches tall and made out of plywood) - we don't have to spend the next many years fielding an endless stream of "small shuttlecraft" making the perilous journey from the Kuiper Belt to here. Bloody Martians do nowt to stop them using Olympus Mons as a staging post for criminal gangs. What's the Solar System Union ever done for us? Sponging cunts. £15M a year we send them in "overspace aid" to organise diversity groups on Neptune. Fuck all comes of it, apart from a line dancing class for the amoebas who live on its moon Triton. And they are grade "A" cunts by all accounts, and would eat your pets before you could say "Brian Cox". Stop the shuttlecraft!

I sat opposite Tony Gubba on a train once. He was scribbling away at some notes and so the only conversation I managed was him looking up, asking "what station was that we just stopped at?" and then getting back to his scribbling once I told him. Always had him down as a cunt after that, which with hindsight is a tad unfair.

Went to a Stephen Hawking lecture once when punches ended up being thrown (not by me, the fact it kicked off allowed me to sneak in). And no, that's not from one of "his" videos. Brother's missus's bother worked for a funeral firm and fielded a call from Ringo Starr asking about arrangements for an upcoming one. Only had an inkling it might have been him so asked if this was a famous voice on the phone. Reply came back: "if you're older than (whatever) I used to be in a band; if you're younger than that, you'll have heard me in Thomas The Tank Engine". Gerald Sinstadt told me (and some others) to "fuck off". Then broke wind apocalyptically.

Come November, it'll be 18 years since we drew at Bayern. At that point Brighton were where we are now, i.e. playoff type position in the 3rd tier. OK, no disgrace - but they didn't have a ground. They were playing at the Withdean, which used to be a zoo. Bournemouth were towards the bottom of that division, but then got docked 10 points for administration and went down - then survived the next season in the League itself by the skin of their teeth. Brentford were half way down the fourth tier and progressed no further. So a shite season ( but to be fair they went up as champions the next year). Three teams who finished 8th, 9th and 10th in the PL last year. One generation on from that night in Munich. Things change - as they should. Apart from the real money-bags who plod on oblivious.

actually, though I was thinking of the league Cup game, you saying that does ring a bell. Was it one of those cracking sunny days that occasionally turn up for opening match? 30 fucking years....mind you, our first UEFA game was 20 years ago yesterday.

League Cup when there was <2000 on

and there we go