Old Codger

G Rover. Who are ya? Who are ya? Who are Ya? Where have you been all these years? Have you had your innoculations? It is rough as a bastard on here, for new folk, ya know.

And that touch of humility, clear affinity for the club and connection to the players is absolute gold dust. I say give DJ the reins, but give him someone to support him who can work alongside him and deal with the unsavoury elements stalking the corridors and hiding behind curtains. It is about time we had someone human and realistic at the wheel.

Compliant Cockwomble

He bicep Trouser Boy to the moon within a week of landing the job, to be sure. It has a certain sentimental appeal, but Savage is a clever bloke, and he would definitely be able to see way past the gloss & hype to the realities of working under the bumble brothers. Same goes for Damian Duff.

Steady on boys. No need to lose our heads. Unless, of course, the reality is that the team selections and choices of substitute were indeed out of VI's hands, and foisted on him like some unwitting voyeur in a cuckolding contest by the jockeys behind the curtain... Not saying that was the case, mind. As for tonight, it is hard to see past the on-field ineptitude of the past few weeks for any clue as to the likely outcome. We know, unfortunately, that not all of the recruitment in recent months has been for bona-fide players at the standard and quality required to compete in the Championship. We know, from weeks (nay, months!) of painful observation that there doesn't appear to be a collective desire to win games amongst the rabble currently wearing the blue and white. We know that confidence is shot to pieces amongst the first XI squad, other than their willingness to pass sidways and backwards. We know that our strikeforce couldn't get any more ineffective even by going on strike. We also know that the Sheffield Wednesday contingent are playing only for pride and to pick up wages, so they don't actually give a fook (which probably helps them raise their game individually and collectively. But then again, what DO we know? All we can say is that in theory, the departure of VI presents a decent opportunity for someone else to come in and try to put their stamp on the resources at their disposal (as meagre and beleaguered as they are). It is no coincidence that the potting of VI was timed to save a few bob in filling in the holes that needed filling. It is no surprise that there isn't (apparently) anyone lined up to take up the reins - forward planning and strategy aren't facets of the imbecilic morons behind the scenes, after all. We can but dream that there is a plan. Perhaps this evening will give us a glimpse under the duvet? Aim low, then you won't be disappointed. But darts in the dark? That's never been a happy outcome for anyone. Evening's fare: Rovers 1 Owls 1 Evening's farce: Rovers 4 Owls 0 Evening's fear: Rovers 0 Owls 2 COYB!!

To be royally and deservedly entertained for 90 minutes, with Arte et Labore to the fore. Just for once in a long while, to feel like there is some pride in pulling on the Blue and White jersey, and some semblance of a thoroughly professional approach from our ragbag of misfits and toffee apples. Not much to ask.

Oh shite, that's torn it..

Finally managed to get the ticketing system to accept my dosh, so it should be 7,801 at least. I think there might be a bit of a (literal) groundswell of support, in the short term at least, and perhaps a little optimism that brighter times are ahead. Let's face it, there wasn't much chance of it getting much bleaker! Or was there? Will need to sleep on the news before penning a prediction. Watch ths space eh?

If you could have anybody, who would it be? Who were those lads who worked miracles at Lincoln City? John Eustace anyone (has form for taking on basket cases) Give it to the U21s manager or Damien Johnson for me..

Bloody Rovers ticketing system wont allow me to buy a ticket for this - I've been around the loop seven times so far on different devices, but it logs me out and empties my basket of the selected seat every time. I dont have the time to get to the ticket office, so it looks like someone at Ewood wants me to sit this one out. Bonkers.

Thank you for taking the time to write such a fulsome ans measured response. It is reading this kind of content that makes BRFCS a draw for me in the first place 😉 I am heartened to know that debate and open scrutiny of ideas is alive and kicking in this noisy and time-pressed world in which we live. Cheers DE!

Well, like it or not, the statement is one of fact, not speculation, which makes your petulance somewhat questionable. Methinks you might be deliberately seeking to undermine the point I was seeking to make, about wider awareness and scrutiny of the goings on at Ewood under the Venkashati yoke. Each to their own, I guess.

Article this morning in the Guardian shows that there are eyes upon our predicament outside of Ewood Park, and that there is genuine concern in the game that something foul has been foisted upon our club in its 'celebratory' 150th year. Read it and weep (Rovers fans) Read it and gloat (Dingle scum) Read it, reflect and feck off! (Pasha, Gestede, Rao family etc) https://www.theguardian.com/football/2026/feb/01/blackburn-rovers-championship-valerien-ismael Let's build from here...

Hull. At home. Not long ago we'd have looked over at Hull and concluded that THEY were a team in crisis - transfer embargo, struggling for form, managerial merry-go round, blah blah bah bloody humbug.. Now, when we crane our necks to squint at the fortunes of both clubs, we are immediately assaulted by the stench of something whiffy coming from Ewood, and the collective confidence-boosting pong of prosperity emanating from the testosterone filled corridors of the MKM stadium. Like lambs to the slaughter, the faithfull will tramp down Bolton Road and Livesey Branch Rd to witness a catalogue of orchestrated ineptitude unfold catastrophically and without apology from the tactical vasectomy (or is it lobotomy) that is our managerial melange, with players dry humping the opposition whilst being comprehensively bummed senseless in return by a Hull side riding high on confidence and coherence. Of course the return of talismanic figures who actually know what the onion bag is for may galvanise our rabble into something akin to a response, but I fear that the gap between these two clubs' fortunes is more likely to be amplified than narrowed following today's badly drawn tactical shitfest. Just so you know, if I see that double barrelled arsehole holding out his hands in supplication once again in confused appeal following yet another of his unerringly misplaced 'passes', I may take the law into my own hands and call down the wrath of hellfire onto his shameless head. Can you tell I'm not feeling the vibe for this one? Is it obvious that I'm leaning towards the inevitability of disappointment? Is it there in my words that, despite it being an eminently winable fixture, my expectation is more that significantly loaded with an expectation of embarrassment? I thought so. Thanks for stopping by. Rovers ruin your Saturday (again) - BRFC 0 Tigers 2 Rain stops play - BRFC 1 Tigers 0 match abandoned due to crisp packets spontaneously combusting in the Blackburn End upper. Righteous Rovers Rub Retributional Rottenness Round Riverside - BRFC 0 Hull City 5 (inspired by Derby and on point for Pasha the twatter). VENKYS OUT! SHOCKINGLY INEPT RUDE AND RECALCITRANT TEA BOY UPSTARTS OUT! PASHA DO ONE! but as ever, COYB!

It is an official Old Codgerism. I would not be surprised, however, for the geniuses down at Ewood to cut and padte it in future comms with theirvdevoted, dedicated and discriminating fan base.