Good times indeed, i.
I've tried, but Jurgen just isn't the same. Even his massive tombstone teeth can't make me love him.
I'm afraid I'm done with football, unless we appoint a new up and coming French manager who no one's heard of, sign an incredibly skillful Dutch striker and a tall, rangy French midfielder.
Otherwise life is shít.
My favourite ever football season, i. Evs!
The night of the floodlight failure at Selhurst Park. I knew that night we'd win it, because we weren't winning that game that night. The lights going out saved our bacon. The gods, and Malaysia betting syndicates, were on our side.