It's the close season. There's nowt to talk about except personalities, ST, Kanes web, the twat on the gate who keeps telling me my shoes need polishing, even when I'm wearing flip-flops, piss poor selections of various bits of what goes for music FFS. Then there's the Gypsies of Bolton, Muslims, Vicars and choir-boys and not a word about Bargain Booze since Nat started lauding Chorley.
Once the footie season starts we'll be too excited to slag off our very dear friends, accomplices, brothers, sisters, Mums and Dads, so wind your necks in and ignore the bitterness and see how it pans out come footie days.
Once the footie season starts we'll be too excited to slag off our very dear friends, accomplices, brothers, sisters, Mums and Dads, so wind your necks in and ignore the bitterness and see how it pans out come footie days.