colin

The two are not mutually excluse by any means. Hope you have a nightmare tommorrow

"intents and purposes" I think. Weird phrase..... I'm going to have to take tommorrow morning off work and wait in for the postie. The bloody thing hasn't arrived. Aaaagh!

(1) RFW (2) El Haj Djouf (3) (4) (5) Football in general. Apart from Rovers scoring a goal and winning a game and the odd miracle goal shown on telly can anyone name anything that makes you think the game is uplifting in any way? I'm depressed. Lift me out of it.

Heavens to Betsy, some strong opinions here. Of course it'll all be pointless if/when everyone who has requested a ticket gets one. Maybe complain on Wednesday morning if you have asked for a ticket and haven't got one. Until then perhaps everyone should hush their mouths and maybe consider that phoning up with 10,000 other people is perhaps not the best way to apply. Just a thought

Just as an option to hanging on the telephone for an hour, or queueing up for heaven knows how long. Why don't you just post a cheque with an SAE, & your details to the ticket office? To be honest I'm not quite sure why I'm mentioning this. If you all do it, my pain-free method of getting tickets will be exposd.

Tip of the hat to you Den for persevering with this. Well done that man. (Cue round of applause)

Didn't bother me Rev, never sat on mine, apart from half time when me back was killing me. Agree with the rest of your post.

Just back via Clitheroe & Chorley....... don't ask. Lowlights: Boring game. Horrible pitch. Held back 30 minutes afterwards. Gallacher. Highlights: At the final whistle as the Dingles were departing "F**k off, and wreck your town" chant. Watching the wind farm on t'moors That one-man pitch invasion. He knocked off three policemen's helmets. Oh dear, he'l have very sore kidneys in the morning. The Big Question I've never met Debs, but was it her coming out of the gents loo before kick-off? I think we should be told.

Simon Garner was being interviewed on Radio 5 this morning about the game. Apparantly there's been a poll on the Beeb's web site for Rovers' all time favourite player. Bloomin' plagiarists. clickty click

Well that's ever so sad http://www.uktouring.org.uk/petemccarthy/ It's like losing a good friend.

Rather against the theme of the thread....sorry "Naughty" by Mark Chester. A self confessed football hooligan who followed Stoke City back in the bad old days. I got it from the library to see if it shed any light on anything and it didn't. It is a pile of bilge. Avoid like the plague.

I simply cannot beleive that the issue of the colour of the socks has not been raised. A player is simply not dressed properly without a pair of socks. I think we should all have a discussion about the socks right now. I think blue and white socks would be a good idea for the home strip.

Voted, but far too diplomatic to say who for. Which ever way it goes the one who doesn't go to TM has to be the slave for at least a week.........

Anything by Pete McCarthy. I'm just re-reading his "McCarthy's Bar," a recollection of his travels round Ireland." There's also a book of his (I cant remember the title) which describes his journies to the four ends of the globe looking for other McCarthys (NZ/Alaska/ Ireland/ Morocco.) A darn good read and his description of an aborted plane landing in Gibralta deserves an award for the funniest bit of writing ever.

For Dickov "Out vile jelly Where is thy Leicester now?"

Of course it is. That's the whole point! No doubt a statto could give us Optima stats and the whole thing would be over and done with in the twinkling of a calculator. Go crazy, vote for Speedie. I might even go for Garner despite my shout for the litle sod. Just going to flip a coin. Heads for Garner, tails for Speedie........

Well, if it's any consolation to anyone else ( I know I've got this thing about The Red Scum........) The United fans at work were strutting around like peacocks with penis extensions after their win at Highbury. "Oh, I hope you win tonight" "No I hope they thrash us, so that you lot don't have a chance of winning the title" * * * I thought we did OK tonight. I've gotto agree that Thommo was not up to scratch tonight. The defence did well - how many saves did Brad have to make? Two by my reckoning, the one that went in and one from Duff. But did we ever look like scoring apart from Savage's first half shot? I loved the "Charge Of The Light Brigade" madness at the end. Twenty players in the Chelsea penalty area.

Maybe it's all part of the wider picture in Rovers' transfer dealings over the past ten years or so. Let's not forget Woy's free use of Jack's money. He bought some real donkeys. They were sold on for peanuts. Then Kiddo, who also spent loads of money on the likes of Ashley Ward. Also sold on for sod all. Souness started off really well, but later made some bad buys which must have made the Board sit up and think. So taking a £1m loss (or whatever) on BF is probably good business for Rovers when compared to the past 10 years. Compare to Grabbie/Blake/Ward/Davies/ Amorouso/...add your own. In that light, selling BF seems like a good deal to me.

Thin ice old chap..........

I'll second that, but with the reservation that most of the crowd had buggered off before the final whistle (presumably the "escape the rush.") *Drums fingers on desk* Whatever happened to a round of applause to the loosing underdogs?

It's good to hear that hair-cuts are, once again, all-important. Keep the discussion going. Planks.

....and from somewhere, 5,000ft above Darwen Tower it emerges from the gloom and mist. Very slowly it flies north. Its wings flap slowly and effortlessly as it glides over the night sky and then, suddenly, it is unexpectedly caught in the floodlights of Ewood Park. A small boy, a little bit bored by the game, looks up to the night sky. "Dad, Dad, what's that up there?" he asks. His father takes his eyes away from the pitch and looks up to where his young son is pointing. His jaw drops, and he stares disbeleiving at the sight above him. One by one the crowd around him slowly stop looking at the game and join him in amazement at the sight that is slowly drifting in the air above Ewood. Eventually, after about five minutes, all the crowd in the stadium, both home and away fans, are transfixed by the sight above and fall completely silent, simply watching the miracle that none of them ever expected to see. Meanwhile, on the pitch the players continue with the game, oblivious to the spectacle that is unfolding in the sky above them. Rovers' substitute Jon Stead has just completed his hat-trick to add to Dominic Matteo's three goals. The ref is just about to blow the final whistle when a voice breaks the silence. It is Fred the butcher from Blackpool. He sits on Row 11 seat 57 at the Blackburn End. "Bloody hell, I'll swear it's a Gloucester Old Spot, but I've never seen one with wings before." Then, just out of habit he adds, "Bloody hell, you're a disgrace ref!"

Den, I know it's self-flagellation, but having done "the best".... can we do "the worst?" Fraught with difficulties, I know. Got to agree with Alan75, we need to do the manager too.

Sorry, I'm just stumped with that. Just thought I needed to bring it up. Amazing. I can almost imagine Mad Andy hitting the tympanii like "Animal" from the Muppet Show, but playing the violin???

Beautiful Chesh. Sheer poetry