Btw, if the club was valued at £23m when we were in the prem, Jesus, What's the value now? £1?

Not sure about that. From what I remember under the trust, our o/d with Barclays was running at a steady twenty mill

From the athletic article "The takeover initially cost Venky’s around £43million for the equity plus a further £20million paid to clear debts. Since then they have pumped in a total of around £200million, most of which they know they will never recoup." I thought it was 43 total, twenty three for the equity?

Well yeah but even on crutches he would be better than Moran

Perhaps he's willing to select him even so. Controversial

Wtf, from what Euseless has said there, the hotel receptionist has only had the one thing to do and had failed at it, but he's done very well. WHAT THE WHATTERY WHAT WHAT FUCKING HELL WHAT ARE YOU EVEN SAYING YOU BOTTOM FEEDING CRAP STACKING COWARDLY CUSTARD MOON HOWLING SNOT RAG??????????!

We've won two out of seventeen is it. Winning is a habit, so is not winning. The longer we wait for the next win, the more likely it is that we're going down. For some reason in thought we were away to Plymouth. But we're actually at home. If we can't beat Plymouth at home then I think we deserve everything coming our way

Will they remember to turn the air con on on the bus?

I think if we could avoid conceding in the first five minutes that would really help

Lil. You're maybe getting yourself mixed up with the geezer who played the hulk. Ferrero Rocher.

The hotel receptionist is back in goal. He's been working really hard in training, and is now a beast master at picking the ball out of the net.

I'm not sure it matters if we play on grass paper or the lunar landscape. We are where we deserve to be in the table. Hughesy had a framed copy of the old Walter wintle poem out up on the wall at Ewood. Sooner or later, the man who wins, is "the man who thinks he can". We're short of belief, and sad to say, balls. I think we'll ship in a late one and lose. https://allpoetry.com/poem/8624439-Thinking-by-Walter-D-Wintle

Could possibly represent an improvement

Fair point.

Sorry don't think I can watch. Too painful

Yes, "we're a gashpit of thirteen years' worth of venky guano, and with the odd exception, there's rubber dinghy men on the pitch. We can't win for toffee, and we just keep getting worse. But we won't give up"

Next manager will probably be Gordon Brittas. Got a solid CV at that sort of level

If we do go down, What's the odds on back to back relegations? If we go down I think the very real risk is that we'll fall apart

And the worst thing is, the absolute worst bloody thing... I've seen the Tony Parkes video, it's a difficult watch. But that's someone who's given his life to rovers. Rovers, as his daughter says it's now the only thing keeping him going. But there's others there that need that connection with the club. And really, so many people, they love the rovers, it keeps them going. And these bastard's are just running us into the ground

Yeah, I'm no Eustace fan especially, but the rot set in ages ago. Does anyone else feel like the club is on the verge of collapse? It's just got that feel to it. The court case, the massive debt, the position in the table, the players being sold, the debt level. The lack of communication from the owners. Well he lucky to avoid relegation this year. If we do, then I can't see us surviving next year unless there's big changes. It just feels like the club is slowly dying

Jesus, should be looking up the table, top eight of form teams?! Shite slight, We've just lost (again) and we're a point off the drop. I did say before, if we fall into the drop zone, we won't be able to get out. Well we're real close now. Stoke apparently close to appointing pulis

Yes he is. And can I just say, he's an absolute bloody bore. Whatever they're paying him, it's far too much. The team played like Spartans. OK, so we didn't score all our penalties. But hindsight is a wonderful thing. I'd have preferred to win. But somehow we now have to pick ourselves up for a relegation battle

How poor was that ref? Dear me, he had a shocker

The stadium is a physical manifestation of the club, of its values. If Rovers were the religion, then Ewood is the temple. The kit is the vestements. Quite where that puts waggott and the venkys in this analogy, I'm unclear. The holy vestments have been defaced with the blasphemy of vape, the temple is falling into ruin and suffering the desecration of the ducting of the tape, and our best priests cast into exile to appease the Gods of Rupee. I assume their corporeal appointees are not made in their image. What sort of male God let's his tits fall out of his shirt? These are false idols and I suggest an exorcism. Or perhaps an enema