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Can you honestly see them now turning the form book upside down and going on a run that saves us? Doesn't seem too likely

Well yeah, what is it now, two wins from nineteen, or is it twenty? Feels like we're playing as beaten men. Millwall and Plymouth, those two were our most winnable games of the run in. The manager is uninspired, the players deflated, short of confidence, with no guts for the fight in most cases. Our form has gone off a cliff and we've forgotten how to win. We've not been in the bottom three all season. When we had a ten pint buffet I said I couldn't see us going down this year. But my god we're sitting ducks for those below us. And as soon as we drop into the bottom three, it's game over

I've always thought Gallagher is scared to score. It's only when things are in his favour, eg Wrexham, that he looks like a striker. He's an absolute Nelly

https://brfcs.com/magazine/articles/they-played-for-both-rovers-and-the-pilgrims/449 Didn't Beamo play for Plymouth too? Beeeeeereeeeeeeeeeeamoooo! Nope, he didn't. Maybe I'm getting mixed up with Jim furnell for some reason

I guess people will believe what makes them comfortable. This is why I've seen otherwise intelligent people believe all sorts of conspiracy nonsense. It's an emotional thing, that bypasses critical reasoning. I mean the very idea that for the last thirteen years vultures have been picking the meat off our bones and we're on the verge of a third relegation, but it's nothing to do with venkys , is obviously nonsense

Despair is the right word. Despair is anger with nowhere to go. Until there's a groundswell of support for taking action, then nothing will change. The n supporters have to be united. Unfortunately, and incredibly, there's are so fans who think venkys are a good thing. It's either relegation or admin or the Indian court or fans disrupting games that's going to change it. Why they want to keep us is a mystery. A mate recently described them as useless fuckwits. But yeah, I'm in despair with it all. The lowest I've ever been with rovers. The thought that they'll never go absolutely haunts me. It's like something out of Saw

Yeah, you may well be right there. Certainly we seem to agree that the club was valued at £23m and not £43m as it says in article

Yeah, but why, Jesus Mary and Joseph, WHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY Christ on a Friday jumping a shark on a steampunk jetski shouting aii aiii yippee, why do they refuse to sell?

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"