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.
Obviously this is not an opinion favoured by anything other than a vanishingly small minority, and one most certainly not endorsed by the Mem.
The more observant will recall that following my previous interlocution with Boudica, on the matter the FL-M-LC-R-CC-W-C-CO-EFL-C Cup, the Mem and I parted company in a mood distinctly unlike that of Tristan and Isolde.
And while, initially, I was all eagerness for the feast of reason and flow of soul that a return bout would ensure, discretion being the better part of valour, I decided against, and chose not to rehearse my proofs, but rather trust that Boudica’s weekend magganeumata would retain sufficient fluence to see our young Redmen home to victory.
I reasoned that there were more than sufficient stricken souls in an about the Lowton household, without me adding to their number. Indeed there are to be found stricken souls in such large numbers in Boudica’s vicinity, it is, indeed, almost impossible to throw a brick without hitting one.
Tonight we settle down for the second visit in a week of elke martita, the “moriarty of the emirates” and his miscreant band of arsenists.
They, no doubt, will be emboldened by the appointment of kevin “no Redman’s” friend as the man in the middle, confident in knowledge that he affords them the best chance of an easy passage to the next round.
So, given that our ranks will almost certainly be depleted by the absence of several senior players:
This game has all the makings of a potential banana skin! :rolleyes: (well someone had to say it)
I’ll take a scrappy 1-0 win to us. 
