A friend of mine has just brought the following article to my attention, it was printed in the Guardian last week apparently, just wondered how many of the doom and gloom merchants recognise themselves ?
See attached.

he must mean me
and he is only getting his own back for me slagging his book in the last bizz

memo to self
must wear new car coat

Spot on! The Mill House moaners too a tee.

Once again, I am in a little world of my own. From where I am standing, the shouts are about getting the ball down and not lumping it up to Ritchie Barker all the time.

But never mind the truth, this is written about Hartlepool in a newspaper, so it must have flat caps and all the trimmings to fit the cartoon image in his mind. He forgot to mention the whippet in tow

Thought poor old Ritchie Barker would get roped into it, maybe it was him doing all the shouting during the Tranmere game eh

long live the optimists,,,,,those where the day,s

god bless your lemon sole

Eeee they're to good to be true those lads in the Mill House, always encouraging and that, never a bad word to say about anybody.
All I can say is there must be a lot of good ventriliquists in the town end

Aye that's right. We have the mayor and his mates to keep us all in order. No rarfs allowed as they say in these parts.

yeah they spread around the ground causing dissent in every corner of the Vic
must be loads of them

Well said.

Talk about generalisation.

We can all play that game though.

Pack of fkin mutes in the Town End. Never open their mouths and encourage the team. Never hear a song out of them. They're all, to a man, a disgrace and should be ashamed of themself and their small penis.

I know at least one regular in the Town End who doesn't have a small penis.

But you stand on the Mill house terrace