This is the most important game of the season, well at least it will be until the next one. It’s an absolutely must win game.
Today we wend our virtual way to yea old Samfordesbrigge upon Billingswell Ditch, infamous location of Old Mother Lampard’s maison de tolérance , to do battle with fat frank and his young men of negotiable affection.
The denizens of the pit, PGMOL, in recognising how close they came to success in our last game, have juggled their pack and appointed paul “pie eater” tierney as their agent in the middle, whilst today, it’s michael “pitmatical” oliver on VAR.
So, with the opposition bolstered by their support, our Redmen will have to be back to their best if we are to come away with a result.
The Mem, in anticipation of yet another attempt at sabotaging the банановая кожура has attempted to cover all the bases with rituals of capnomancy, haematomancy, encromancy lampadomancy, scapulomancy, entomomancy and astragyromancy.
Boudica, believes in leaving nothing to chance.
Meanwhile, “also sprach zarathustra” Lawro, no doubt smarting from his previous failure, this week has been fulsome in his exultation of fat frank’s rabble whilst damning with his feint praise for us, has predicted a one all draw.
Hopefully his attempted kiss of death won’t throw a spanner in the works and upset the apple-cart.
I’ll take a scrappy 1-0 win to us.