And here we are, back to the 1970s... and our 'Annual Battle Against Promotion'.. VENKYS, PASHA, RUDY, THE WHOLE FECKING LOT OF EM... OUT!!

Been there. Thanks for sparing us your darkest inner thoughts. We share your pain. RIP the Real Rovers!

It's like when David Hargreaves came on trial from Accy Stanley all those years ago, all over again. Hard to be anything other than underwhelmed. Nothing against the lad, but come on, giving trials to lads from the testosterone league??

Hurrah! Mornington Crescent! ☺️

Keep up, dear boy.

It's on Youtube... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HAH no, it isn't

Venkys are paying, therefore it isn't Youtube, it's an obscure Belgian malware channel that just wants to show tits and fannies. It was cheap, said Balaji big bollox, and I wasn't really that interested in the football, once the titts and fannnies started...

I wouldn't trust this lad to hold the door to the bog for me, let alone his ability to plan effectively for a multi-million pound social enterprise like Blackburn Rovers. Hell's teeth, Myrtle, the level of vacuosity, rabbit in the headlights, Bambi before the lioness and sheer haven't got a clue-ness about the lad... Beggars belief. Blackburn Rovers - the perfect analogy for the UK in the 21st century - hollowed out, ruined by incompetence, no discernable strategy for change, hazy objectives, run by cretins and bankrupt despite being 'owned' by some of the richest folks on the fooking planet..

& JDT and and and and..... Wankers

c'mon now. Don't mince yer words man.

erm.. we get fook all quid, regardless of what other clubs deign to pay. Keep up lad.

Not bovvered. If he is going to cost us a threpnny' bit more than £520K per annum, I say let him leave and seek his avaricious satisfaction elsewhere. We, as a purely focused on the deeds on the pitch kinda club, should dispense with the services of any charlatan charlie wishing to purloin more than ten thoisand poinds per 168 hours from our coffers. We aren't in the position to go cap in hand every week to the benevolent dark overlords and overladies for scraps from their fulsome table. Nay, let anyone whose champagne tastes are outwith our brown ale budget go and sling their headbands into the mire, and good fortune to those wasteful clubs who perceive any of our playing staff to be worth more than a morsel of cheese. We are a brown ale, pale ale, mild, IPA sort of outfit, and should cut our cloth caps to suit the lack of ambition, lack of strategy and lack of hairy bollocks that our so called benefactors serve up year on year as platitudes for the misled masses. I, for one, yearn for the days of champagne, canapes, lines of coke and mainline shots of Bolivian marching powder up the nostrils, as those were the best days of Robbie Fowler's career (at Rovers). However, as a long standing (but more often than not these days prone in the gutter) fan of our great old club, I accept that nobody other than Chaddy himself, actually gives a horned shit anymore about anything coming from the establishment. I shall rock silently on the terracing of many an away ground this coming season, safe in the knowledge that the Legacy of Jack Walker, and my own 45 years investment in the club I love is in cracking hands. Wankers.

I'm an old codger. The clue is in the username. Don't give a fook if you are offended. Not a single fook.

You are quite right Mattyblue. There is neither respect nor disrespect in simple procedural actions being undertaken in line with published schedules, regardless of the demise in whatever circumstances of another overpaid young male who has managed to Darwinise themselves using a ridiculously powerful vehicle being driven in haste to achieve an unreasonable objective. What a waste. But life goes on.

I don't care who any other club sign. I'm just interested to find out who will be playing for Rovers this coming season, and whether there is an actual objective for the campaign. After all, we don't have the odious Steve Waggott to patronise us with platitudes about 'staying in the division' or 'got a shiny new coach' or 'if you have to ask the price, you aren't the kind of support we are looking for'. So, I wonder who will be feeding the press with campaign 2025-26 war talk? Who will be the public mouthpiece for the shady wankers hiding behind the club? Who will step forward to galvanise fans into believing that the patient isn't really dead, he's just having a rest? Nope. It won't be the new 'CEO Lite' currently being recruited (why?), it won't be PASHA numb-nuts, and it won't be Rudy 'don't believe what you read' Gestede. Nothing from Mr Ismael so far.. Tumbleweed indeed! VENKYS OUT! PASHA NUMB-NUTS OUT! RUDY NAMBYPAMB OUT!

I'm getting a little bit tired of opening up my phone or laptop and the 'news feed' defaulting to our ex-coach beaming out next to a headline suggesting another raid on our already meagre and dwindling resources. For fecks sake, why don't the ARSEHOLES in charge at Rovers just hold their hands up and say what the 'strategy' and plan is? At least if they were honest about the approach they are adopting, it might be possible for us to adopt a 'siege mentality' and begin looking for positives to make it possible to hold on to at least some shred of hope for the future of our club. As it stands we just get fucking meaningless platitudes, obfuscation and lies peddled to the local so called media, which means we have to make up our own assessment of what is really going on - which none of us actually knows for certain. VENKYS OUT! DICKHEAD LYING NO-MARK STOOGES OUT! PASHA OUT!

Is anyone else completely underwhelmed by the sense of purpose emanating from our hamstrung, chicken-shit, dried up old excuse of a management team? I can't speak for anyone else, but normally by this point in a pre-season, I'd be starting to look forward to games, thinking about what the coming campaign might bring, and certainly gearing up for some excitement down the road... This summer though, feels more like... Dry as a fooking bone, and bouncing around like a tumbleweed disaster waiting to happen. VENKYS OUT!

It's another slo-mo car crash, neatly staged to paper over the obvious cracks, but designed ultimately with the INTENTION of driving our club downhill into the ground. Get ready Bamber Bridge, for another burial. MMW. VENKYS OUT!

Yes, but like Rovers under current conditions, she wasn't competitive..

I should think there would be great guffaws as we see the reality behind the keyboard warriorship! There's an interim stage we could adopt, which would be a virtual meet, using Zoom, Teams or similar, although I'd wager not many would attend as themselves and there'd be a lot of avatars in the room! I'm going to get an 'Old Codger' badge made, and wear it in the Moorgate before games next season a few times, to see if I can smoke out some of you other curmudgeonly keyboard combatants 🙂 Let's just say, my 'residual self image' (how I think I look to others in reality or in a virtual sense) is definitely well at odds with the physical reality of who and what I actually am 😉 And for the avoidance of doubt, I'm more akin to one of the chairs in the above, than either of the actors! (i.e. a bit battered, comfortably upholstered, lacking in hair, somewhat old-fashioned, but occasionally useful)

He'd be lucky to get a sniff at MHSP! Proper football club!

there was a story in the telewag that players who hadn't signed new contracts weren't expected to return to training on Monday. That would include Trav, Dolan etc wouldn't it. We shall see - I wonder if the club marketing department will release a video of the boys getting back in harness?? Matters not. All that matters is that we are on the approach to another campaign, and yet again the omens are less than favourable. Getting a bit sick of starting every season with low expectations. Whatever happened to giving it a right good go? BASTARDS! PASHA THE STOOGE OUT! VENKYS OUT!

As are the players, ground staff, marketing and HR folks. And as we know, in this life, if you pay peanuts.... This is a very f'ed up world, where Orange Buffoons play puppet to crazed and blood-thirsty lunatics and Horse-riding psychopaths speak in snake-eyes from the end of ridiculous long tables. Football should be a welcome diversion for the masses, and should allow us escape from the awful realities of human suffering. Instead, we are treated like idiots and expected to swallow relentless shit dressed up as a football club. Stop the ride. I want to get off. VENKYS OUT!

I believe the phrase is, "Champagne tastes, Brown-Ale pockets" Also known as 'Deluded as fuck' / 'In need of a good kicking' / 'Waste of space' About time we started Rovers 1875 between us, as a consortium of ex-players and using a fan subscription basis for funding, and applied for entry into as high a league as we could (hell we could even apply for Blackburn Combination if it meant we could eventually overtake the wastrels and restore the reputation of our town as a footballing tour de force. VENKYS OUT!

Under this lot, never, obs. However, many of us can remember the days right back to the 70s when there was a plan, much less money to go round, far less ego, and much more of a focus on doing the best for the club and the town. The venksters don't even pretend to be interested in the club anymore, and are a blight on the name of football in this country. VENKSTERS OUT!