Well that was fun, wasn't it? I watched the match on three corners of The Westoe's big screen; a luminous jacket and the bouncer's neck blocked out the bottom half of the pitch. Some of us went to the toilet at nil-nil and got back to find we were two-nothing down. After half-time no-one paid attention any more. And that was just on the pitch.
Pasty-magnet Mark Lawrenson thinks the club is “poorly run from the top and the men in charge are taking the piss”.
Mark Lawrenson's a tool. But he's mostly right.
Shepherd and Hall. So much to answer for.