Bloody hell, he's got some sauce hadn't he. Him and his tombola of nonsense

Don't think there's any chance are still off that. They're on a bonus for keeping costs down. They signed him on a long term deal I think as I said before that it's nearing a very messy end to the venkys regime. They've finally run out of luck with the way they've been running us and next season we shall be going down hard

Are we nearing the point where the club will just implode?

Only the dead have seen the end of venkys

Can't see the manager resigning Long contract, he'll want paying up. Can't see us sacking him because we can't afford to. If he's still here November time, we're toast. I said December before, but I'm rapidly revising my prediction. I think November is being generous though. October more realistic

More like one of them Messerschmitt bubble cars with no reverse gear and the door is on the front. And we've just pulled up in front of a wall

Yeah I'm not interested in we're on a journey, jam tomorrow bullshit. I'm done waiting, they can just fuck off immediately for me, ta.

Blimey that's a relief! 😮‍💨 😆

Since venkys took over, We've not beaten them once. We play them next month, might be the last time for a long time

Full disclosure time, Portsmouth is about an hour on the train from me. It's the closest championship ground to me I think. I didn't go because I knew it would be a shit show and I just can't support that

I think now pressing than that, new owners are needed. 150th anniversary next year. Without new owners, the club won't be around to have a 175th I don't think

Venkys make me go lalalala lalalalalaa

Yeah, I'm exasperated and miserable. We've been shat on for well over a decade by owners who have no interest in us. I can't do this any more

Four makes a bunch and so do many more ⛄

This is definitely the lowest I've ever been about rovers. Well be getting relegated next season I'm sure bit that will actually feel like a relief because these parasites may just dump us then. They've absolutely killed the joy of rovers for me, and for thousands of others. They deserve far worse than a snowball in the grid

That's pretty much the last fourteen years

As inimical as this may seem, I can certainly see the logic in this. As it is, I see it's losing and Pompey scoring three and the clumsoid between the sticks helping at least one into his own net

We'll get turned over for sure

It's dead and hopeless mate, stand on me brethren

It's just so much ironed on misery I can barely stand it. If there was light at the end of the tunnel that would help, but there never seems to be

I'm up for an octagon death match against fat lad. If he loses, venkys sell up. If I lost, I won't be around to live the misery of venkys jackboot

I'm reminded of porridge the movie. Fletcher: Don't look at me. I've grown disenchanted with the game. Twenty years of supporting Orient does that for a man It's much the same being a rovers fan. We're nailed on too go down next year, unless something big happens. This valerian geezer (I've got sleeping pills made of valerian by the way, is this a coincidence?) is the bottom of the barrel. I'm going to assume he's going to be here next season and won't get sacked until December. By which stage we'll be firmly in the drop zone. We've been cruising for a bruising for so long, flogging off the silver and replacing it with tat. Only so long you can do that before the cracks start widening. And if we go down, that's it. We wouldn't get back up without a change of ownership. And still they won't sell. What a shower of arseholes there people are. I hope their next shit is a pineapple

Think only thing that would have any effect would be to bombard companies that service them here with protest letters. If they stop doing work for them then they make life difficult and they're lazy fuckers. Anything else they really couldn't give a fuck about. Either that or get a game postponed. Disruption is the order of the day. A newspaper ad is tomorrowsy chip paper, and even if it were noticed by some readers, it would soon be forgotten

Tits out for the lads The mother of all deaths spirals beckons. This manager is NFG, and he may already have lost the dressing room