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I want to believe so bad that they cannot fund us and it's all completely fucked and the west will be over by Christmas, the venky Cong and pol waggott Will be pushed off a Saigon hotel roof with their hands tied behind their backs. I want to believe it so bad, I could give myself a hernia. I'm way past the critical thinking stage, I'm running purely on forlorn hope, voodoo dolls and rubbing magic lamps

Who's beck then? Not that "soy un perdador" fella?

Rovers Insider @InsiderRovers Venky’s. The importance of the August court case can not be understated. If the hearing is easier postponed or it doesn’t go in the owners’ favour, it’s almost certain that the club will have new owners before the end of the year.

I worry that I'll go to my grave consumed with enmity for these pricks. What a life wasted that would be. The only succour would be that I'd come back from the dead and haunt their offspring until they sell. So if seems that nothing has changed. I thought rovers insider said if the case doesn't go their way today then they'll be gone by the end of the year?

* Sir Sanjeev Narula Way, upon which thoroughfare you shall find Sir Sanjeev Narula working men's club

Would be entirely in keeping with the almost fourteen year shit show we've had to endure so far. If you'd told me back then just how bad things would get and how long they'd be here, I would've started drilling holes in my head there and then

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Sorry if I've missed this, but which date in August is the court hearing due?

Good he was absolutely bloody terrible. Never seen a forward so frightened to score.

The scissor kick against Southampton . Don't remember him scoring anything quite so acrobatic for Newcastle

When you're in love with a beautiful hoover, it blows your mind

What you say makes logical sense. But venkys don't make logical sense. If they do finally fuck off, I will make love to my vacuum cleaner such will be the overwhelming sense of relief. But I'll only believe it when I see it

I really want to believe we are in the end game. But are we really. Post of mer says that we are stuck in this hell forever

Yep, I remember all that. Post sent out class, milk for the teas rqtioned etc. It genuinely wouldn't bother me.

You see that too me would be so much better than what we have now. Yes, we would be skint, but no, I really wouldn't care because Venkys would be gone

Don't want to give myself false hope It's been thirteen years. It's been agony

Picked this up from the framing centre today lads, what do you think? 100% certified venkys/Anderson/kentaro/orr/Agnew/Shaw/k*an free.

Very good point. I think these new shirts look cheap quality, and I don't see much resemblance to the title winning shirt. It's rather buy a retro shirt

as well as being 35 years younger of course, .

Yeah, I don't miss feeling unsafe. I remember going to Wembley for that centenary celebration thing. Fans of loads of different clubs there, and they were all fenced off from each other. It's more the excitement and the fun of being a town team but having something to look forward to. And a lot has been lost along the way. We don't even do match programs any more do we

Watched a bit of a podcast with yer man Howie Gayle last night. There was a definite Liverpool slant to out, and not much about rovers which is what I was really interested in. The main remark he made was that he really respected Don. Thought he was a fantastic football coach. Sellars got a name check as well Just made me think how much I really miss those late eighties days. They were the best days. We didn't win anything, but it was fun. Back when football was proper and none of this absolute nonsense you see now. Bar , out of town hotel stadia etc. no sky moving kick offs about, listening to radio two or five for the commentary. Jimmy armfield, Bryon butler, wish I could remember more of the names. Mike Jones I think was one. To my mind now, football is almost ruined. Just totally rubbish. All the things that made it good are gradually being stripped away

The absolute fucking mess of that

I just don't care any more, just get them gone. I was actually in my thirties when these scum sucking filth bag parasite gombeen skidmarks arrived on the scene like an industrial pollution incident and chained themselves round our neck like lex luthor putting a kryptonite necklace over Clark Kent's head. I loathe then with every fibre of my being. Chicken shit takeaway adverts with fat boy David *get real" Dunno, shirts sponsored by a vape company and a bookies, a crumbling stadium that's covered in shit. An endless rogues gallery of management selected from a losers gene pool. There's so many reasons. Just go. We all fucking hate you. Go on home, and take your spivs with you

Less than eighteen months to go until we turn 150. It will feel so hollow with these pricks still owning us

Harry Kawasaki, whatever you want, just fuck off and never come back