It really does grieve me. They just do not care at all. Never mind that thousands of people will be heartbroken about this. How about taking some fucking pride in your job you doss bag of spilt fuck? But then I guess if you don't give a shit about your personal appearance why the hell care what the stadium looks like? It's bloody maddening really.

Oh man, don't do it to me, it's the hope that's killing me. If would be like a ten foot tapeworm dropping out of your back end and flushing it down the u bend to disappear forever. That's what Wankytash, fat Barry and Madame Bitch are collectively. A massive tapeworm sapping the life out of rovers

With apologies to Lennon and McCartney: I am crap as you are crap you're as bad as me We're in the shit togeter See how we scoff like pigs at a trough See the club die Fans are cryin' Sitting with my cornflakes Waiting for Duncan to come Corporation tie & shirt, stupid bloody deadline day Man, you've been a naughty boy You left the fax machine on [Gregg]:I am the eggman [Venky's]:Who is the eggman? [Waggott]:I am the walrus Goo goo a'joob Indian judge in court sitting Got our excuses all in a row See how they burn like a Zep' in the sky This is how the club's run We're tryin',we're tryin' We're tryin',we're tryin'

Is prefer genghis khan to venkys, but to paraphrase souey, we have to shit with the arsehole we've got

Enough of his online dating exploits

Never mind if we spent seven mill, it would be the egg that spent it! Particularly the last few years Mowbray was robbing a living, and it's mine boggling to be that he's been given yet another gig

Whoever said that has been on the grass

A picture speaks a thousand words. "god almighty, get me out of this room" "wonder where the gaffer is going onto, maybe he'll take me with him?" "it's hot in here and the air is dry, I'm starting to feel ill. Or is it just listening to Waggott that makes me feel that way?" "mental anchors of focus, you're at a rum shack in Barbados. The waiter comes over. OH JESUS IT'S STEVE WAGGOTT IN A MANKINI" "Are we all just sprites in a matrix? Is death nothing but a release from the puppetwise strings of impulse?" "bet his missus is an absolute dog"

Couldn't agree more. If you get angry at the players, you're just playing into this guy's hands. It's classic divide and rule stuff. It's a shame if that did happen, because at this point I don't think it would take much for the whole without to come tumbling down. I'm not sure if this is his last play, but it's got that kinda smell to it. Surely these are the dying days of the Venky cong. How could they possibly continue? It just needs yer man with the wig in the court to tell em to ram it, fat Barry to finally tumble he's on a definite loser and they'll go. Surely it's not feasible to carry on like this. It's just ain't all round and who's benefitting? Just Steve and shadow man

Couldn't agree more. If you get angry at the players, you're just playing into this guy's hands. It's classic divide and rule stuff. It's a shame if that did happen, because at this point I don't think it would take much for the whole without to come tumbling down. I'm not sure if this is his last play, but it's got that kinda smell to it

The McGuire thing really shook me. You just can't treat people in that manner, it's just not right. This is what these people have done, absolutely trashed the good reputation of this club. The brazen lack of care is astonishing. The sheer brass neck in turning up at work day after day picking up a King's ransom despite being shit and not caring. It beggars believe. If it was me I'd be reluctant to step outside my front door.

Bus aircon?

Oh god yeah, I think it's Sammie da Szmo covering his face with his hand. Whenever anyone says "right you lot" I cringe inside. I can imagine Waggott saying things like "you lot" . "Right you lot, I've got the fans in, they've got something to say." It's like displacement activity. I'm a useless sod, but I'll leverage my authority to make it between the players and fans and get myself off the hook

McKenzie.

Strange isn't it what nick Harris said that the owners still hope we'll get back to the premiership

Christ, that's saying something

You never know, if there was a big protest, it might be q enough to push the woman over the edge

Christ, she'd have to be demented to think that

Waggott has perhaps told sylvester to set r everything up in the a system, and then save it, and Waggott will press submit when he has the OK from India. E which never came. So he left it. And the appeal is just a face saving exercise. If it is a family feud and the woman wants no more to do with rovers, then I would think she had felt that way for a while. Perhaps q we shouldn't rule out that she could just pull the plug on us and see us liquidated

But according to yer man nick Harris they still hope to see us in the premiership one day! I'm sure that will be enormous comfort to rovers fans as the club fights to avoid being relegated to the third tier for only the fourth time in its history, and the second time under venkys

They didn't think to check that the league had received the docs until after the deadline? Even though they didn't get confirmation? Presumably all signings get confirmed by the league? And now they're appealing fir if to go through on the basis of pressing the wrong button, as if there's a hope in hell of winning it? These guys just take the piss.

Are they suggesting a bid from Roger Daltrey?

https://www.lancashiretelegraph.co.uk/sport/11014944.simple-simon-rovers-cup-joy-finest-time/ I just loved reading this, you can just tell how much affection Simon has for the club, he's a good lad

I'm sure you're right. I've worked in toxic workplaces before and it sucks the life out of you. There's no way in earth you can give it your best, you can't even feel relaxed. I'm sure the VC are just used to handing out orders and binning people off who don't jump to attention. But you'll never get the best out of people like that

You ever seen Khartoum the movie? Wouldn't recommend Khartoum the tourist destination, but that's a whole other story. Anyways, if gets to the business party of the movie and we'll not mention yer man olivier's dodgy blackface. So there's athletic Charlton at the top of the stairs, and he's cornered by the Mahdi's top lads all rolled up and quite honestly this is only going one way. So yeah, that could be Waggott at this rate. Except his fat fucking swede would never fit inside the pickle jar. Edit: and the rest of him might dam the Ribble. Here you go, Gordon's alive! But not for very long. "look, lads, let's be sensible here, we'll spend the Wharton dough in the sum..... AIIIIIIIIE!"