Our footballing woes continue, but off the pitch things are looking up. I couldn't help noticing the 16 or so new tellies in the bar last week.
I am looking forward to further improvements including comfy leather sofas, wall to wall shag-pile carpets and waitress service at half time. Shame the tellies are French made but it's nice to see were are spending the Deano dosh well.
I said to Dario recently that I thought the team were a bunch of softies and that he should give them all VIAGRA eye drops.
VIAGRA eyedrops, queried Dario, will that make us play better?
Probably not, I replied, but at least we will look hard!
This is absolutely true. Last year, I was taken very ill and ended up at Kettering General Hospital. When I came round, I learnt that I was in Ashton Ward. I genuinly thought I had died and gone to heaven.
Upon leaving some weeks later, the Doctors warned against undue stress or excess excitement. I asked if I could continue going to Gresty Road, to which they said, That's OK, its' always pretty quiet at Crewe.
There is this team with a gay goalkeeper. When his team scored the winning goal, he runs the whole length of the field and leaps upon his burly centre forward. The number nine shouted, Hey,it wasn't me that scored, it was Dave, to which our goalie replied, I know love, but you had a thouper one last week!
With Mick and his team coming down on Saturday, I recall that great night when Sunderland last came down when Ben Williams saved a penalty and our four superbly taken penalties put us into that brilliant next round against Manchester United.
Lets have a similar result this week....good luck boys!