Compo's HatDirk Gently Is Floyd going? If he is - home win. If he's not - away win.
He's in New York celebrating his 30th and the only times Reading have won (and Kebe played well) have been when he's not been there.
Unfortunately we're f**ked and i see us getting stuffed!
Ian Herring Usually one of the best away games going. Not far. Shabby boozers and eating houses all around the back streets of west London.
The 'hoop' thing.
I'm going as I've decided I want to see again just how shite we have become in such a short space of time. I want some old style Elm Park misery as per the old Port Vale protest days and the end of the Branfoot era, Bullivant's toss and the Burns turgid rubbish. I like the pain. It's like cutting yourself - but more fun.
Last year at the Doll's House (aka Loftus Road) was about the most cold I've been at a football match for many a year. That and the dross served up on the pitch along with having to shoe-horn yourself into a seat designed for the smaller dwarf combined to make it a miserable day offset only by the real reason we go - our mates and a cracking laugh while out on the p*ss. I knew it was bad last year when I heard myself saying to someone 'Leroy Lita was the only one actually trying'. We were awful. But I have a feeling, tomorrow night, we are going to be even worse.
I can forgive all sins of footballers in the colours of my team if they try. That means 'try at being quite skillful, try to use their own brains, try to be quite good.' But I don't think a lot of them have it in them any more. I can also forgive a manager a bad start if he has some humility and a bit of nous and keeps his gob shut and gets on with it. But Brenda spouts garbage, utter unintelligible management-speak gibber I used to laugh my balls off at at team-building events at some of the awful work things I had to go to (when I had a bleedin' job!). So I have forked out 25 quid of my finest savings to watch this (probable) capitulative drivel dressed up as 'football' - and as this is a prediction thread I'm quite happy to be proved wrong. But I think QPR are going to revel in Reading's powder-puff softness, and expose every weak fissure this club has that now seems to be manifesting itself on the pitch in increasing ways. I think they'll rip us to sh*t and beat us comfortably and the morale (fast-leaking) and lack of harmony behind the scenes at RFC will be exposed in full. I reckon 3-0 to the fakes, tbh.
Footnote: I am not an expert on football matters - just your average gobshite fan. But my 'gut instinct' is that watching us, we just look like we did every time we've ever been relegated before. It's like the smell of death. You just know and feel it. However, it's the pain I love, so bring it on. I'll be there, grim-faced, half-pissed, watching us dissolve like the powdered p*ss panty-waists we have become. There won't be any revenue stream budget meetings to discuss or world-class embossed tactics folders to pass around when we're back in Division Three - which may not be too far away. Looking at some of the youtube clips of us not so long ago back at EP. We used to be a football team and a football club and a bunch of football fans. Dark days. I'm taking a couple of razor blades with me so I can 'cut-up' at the back of the stand. Any fellow miserabalists will be free to join. I can't wait.
Ian Herring Usually one of the best away games going. Not far. Shabby boozers and eating houses all around the back streets of west London.
The 'hoop' thing.
I'm going as I've decided I want to see again just how shite we have become in such a short space of time. I want some old style Elm Park misery as per the old Port Vale protest days and the end of the Branfoot era, Bullivant's toss and the Burns turgid rubbish. I like the pain. It's like cutting yourself - but more fun.
Last year at the Doll's House (aka Loftus Road) was about the most cold I've been at a football match for many a year. That and the dross served up on the pitch along with having to shoe-horn yourself into a seat designed for the smaller dwarf combined to make it a miserable day offset only by the real reason we go - our mates and a cracking laugh while out on the p*ss. I knew it was bad last year when I heard myself saying to someone 'Leroy Lita was the only one actually trying'. We were awful. But I have a feeling, tomorrow night, we are going to be even worse.
I can forgive all sins of footballers in the colours of my team if they try. That means 'try at being quite skillful, try to use their own brains, try to be quite good.' But I don't think a lot of them have it in them any more. I can also forgive a manager a bad start if he has some humility and a bit of nous and keeps his gob shut and gets on with it. But Brenda spouts garbage, utter unintelligible management-speak gibber I used to laugh my balls off at at team-building events at some of the awful work things I had to go to (when I had a bleedin' job!). So I have forked out 25 quid of my finest savings to watch this (probable) capitulative drivel dressed up as 'football' - and as this is a prediction thread I'm quite happy to be proved wrong. But I think QPR are going to revel in Reading's powder-puff softness, and expose every weak fissure this club has that now seems to be manifesting itself on the pitch in increasing ways. I think they'll rip us to sh*t and beat us comfortably and the morale (fast-leaking) and lack of harmony behind the scenes at RFC will be exposed in full. I reckon 3-0 to the fakes, tbh.
Footnote: I am not an expert on football matters - just your average gobshite fan. But my 'gut instinct' is that watching us, we just look like we did every time we've ever been relegated before. It's like the smell of death. You just know and feel it. However, it's the pain I love, so bring it on. I'll be there, grim-faced, half-pissed, watching us dissolve like the powdered p*ss panty-waists we have become. There won't be any revenue stream budget meetings to discuss or world-class embossed tactics folders to pass around when we're back in Division Three - which may not be too far away. Looking at some of the youtube clips of us not so long ago back at EP. We used to be a football team and a football club and a bunch of football fans. Dark days. I'm taking a couple of razor blades with me so I can 'cut-up' at the back of the stand. Any fellow miserabalists will be free to join. I can't wait.
Ian Herring Usually one of the best away games going. Not far. Shabby boozers and eating houses all around the back streets of west London.
The 'hoop' thing.
I'm going as I've decided I want to see again just how shite we have become in such a short space of time. I want some old style Elm Park misery as per the old Port Vale protest days and the end of the Branfoot era, Bullivant's toss and the Burns turgid rubbish. I like the pain. It's like cutting yourself - but more fun.
Last year at the Doll's House (aka Loftus Road) was about the most cold I've been at a football match for many a year. That and the dross served up on the pitch along with having to shoe-horn yourself into a seat designed for the smaller dwarf combined to make it a miserable day offset only by the real reason we go - our mates and a cracking laugh while out on the p*ss. I knew it was bad last year when I heard myself saying to someone 'Leroy Lita was the only one actually trying'. We were awful. But I have a feeling, tomorrow night, we are going to be even worse.
I can forgive all sins of footballers in the colours of my team if they try. That means 'try at being quite skillful, try to use their own brains, try to be quite good.' But I don't think a lot of them have it in them any more. I can also forgive a manager a bad start if he has some humility and a bit of nous and keeps his gob shut and gets on with it. But Brenda spouts garbage, utter unintelligible management-speak gibber I used to laugh my balls off at at team-building events at some of the awful work things I had to go to (when I had a bleedin' job!). So I have forked out 25 quid of my finest savings to watch this (probable) capitulative drivel dressed up as 'football' - and as this is a prediction thread I'm quite happy to be proved wrong. But I think QPR are going to revel in Reading's powder-puff softness, and expose every weak fissure this club has that now seems to be manifesting itself on the pitch in increasing ways. I think they'll rip us to sh*t and beat us comfortably and the morale (fast-leaking) and lack of harmony behind the scenes at RFC will be exposed in full. I reckon 3-0 to the fakes, tbh.
Footnote: I am not an expert on football matters - just your average gobshite fan. But my 'gut instinct' is that watching us, we just look like we did every time we've ever been relegated before. It's like the smell of death. You just know and feel it. However, it's the pain I love, so bring it on. I'll be there, grim-faced, half-pissed, watching us dissolve like the powdered p*ss panty-waists we have become. There won't be any revenue stream budget meetings to discuss or world-class embossed tactics folders to pass around when we're back in Division Three - which may not be too far away. Looking at some of the youtube clips of us not so long ago back at EP. We used to be a football team and a football club and a bunch of football fans. Dark days. I'm taking a couple of razor blades with me so I can 'cut-up' at the back of the stand. Any fellow miserabalists will be free to join. I can't wait.
Tony Le MesmerIan Herring Usually one of the best away games going. Not far. Shabby boozers and eating houses all around the back streets of west London.
The 'hoop' thing.
I'm going as I've decided I want to see again just how shite we have become in such a short space of time. I want some old style Elm Park misery as per the old Port Vale protest days and the end of the Branfoot era, Bullivant's toss and the Burns turgid rubbish. I like the pain. It's like cutting yourself - but more fun.
Last year at the Doll's House (aka Loftus Road) was about the most cold I've been at a football match for many a year. That and the dross served up on the pitch along with having to shoe-horn yourself into a seat designed for the smaller dwarf combined to make it a miserable day offset only by the real reason we go - our mates and a cracking laugh while out on the p*ss. I knew it was bad last year when I heard myself saying to someone 'Leroy Lita was the only one actually trying'. We were awful. But I have a feeling, tomorrow night, we are going to be even worse.
I can forgive all sins of footballers in the colours of my team if they try. That means 'try at being quite skillful, try to use their own brains, try to be quite good.' But I don't think a lot of them have it in them any more. I can also forgive a manager a bad start if he has some humility and a bit of nous and keeps his gob shut and gets on with it. But Brenda spouts garbage, utter unintelligible management-speak gibber I used to laugh my balls off at at team-building events at some of the awful work things I had to go to (when I had a bleedin' job!). So I have forked out 25 quid of my finest savings to watch this (probable) capitulative drivel dressed up as 'football' - and as this is a prediction thread I'm quite happy to be proved wrong. But I think QPR are going to revel in Reading's powder-puff softness, and expose every weak fissure this club has that now seems to be manifesting itself on the pitch in increasing ways. I think they'll rip us to sh*t and beat us comfortably and the morale (fast-leaking) and lack of harmony behind the scenes at RFC will be exposed in full. I reckon 3-0 to the fakes, tbh.
Footnote: I am not an expert on football matters - just your average gobshite fan. But my 'gut instinct' is that watching us, we just look like we did every time we've ever been relegated before. It's like the smell of death. You just know and feel it. However, it's the pain I love, so bring it on. I'll be there, grim-faced, half-pissed, watching us dissolve like the powdered p*ss panty-waists we have become. There won't be any revenue stream budget meetings to discuss or world-class embossed tactics folders to pass around when we're back in Division Three - which may not be too far away. Looking at some of the youtube clips of us not so long ago back at EP. We used to be a football team and a football club and a bunch of football fans. Dark days. I'm taking a couple of razor blades with me so I can 'cut-up' at the back of the stand. Any fellow miserabalists will be free to join. I can't wait.
Lovely stuff IH, please now out your OAE identity so that i can go off for a nostalgia wnk
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