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Blimey, someone's started early!

Arrogant arrogant man. Can be funny too. Reminds me of Michael Bentine. I love him.

Well if we really must criticise one another's opinions, allow me. Don't let us stop you being unhappy, angry or whatever.

Barry, a natural captain and plays better with the armband on. Failing that Nigel Reo-Coker would do a grand job.

more interesting photos from rjw63's wank-mag collection :wink:

2 - an extra striker and another fullback.

Bax - Symphony Nº 5

Ooh but Michael Bolton...

Charles Villiers Stanford - Symphony Nº 6.

Some Lutosławski.

Bah! No option for our Welsh friends.

More uniquer?

Like small heath, sorry Birmingham City, Liverpool FC bear the name of a great city in the world.

Good old Charlie Atkins!

Thread of the Year.

How's McCartney anyway?

Adlerbrau, without the umlaut.

Yes, I seem to remember a very edifying tale once told by the previous gentleman. Worth telling again too. But perhaps not on this thread. I suppose I'm a bit of an older VTer but my increase in production is due merely to a gradual increase over the years in the consumption of all types of beans, peas, chick-peas, lentils etc. When I was living in Portsmouth I was in digs and had a 70-year-old landlady. 6 days a week it was bed and breakfast plus tea and some cakes when I got back from Poly, but on Sundays I sat down to a full Sunday lunch with her and her 80-year-old hubby, and pretended to really like her soggy salty overboiled green cabbage. One Sunday lunchtime we were all a bit surprised to hear the doorbell and old Mrs George jumped up quickly to see who it was and let rip with a sudden chain of connected contrabass rumbles that reminded me of a passage for the trombones in Rossini's William Tell Overture. Either that or the sound of a goods train drawn by a steam locomotive entering a tunnel. The smell however is something I won't describe so soon after lunch, if you don't mind. Thinking only to save her embarrassment by making a joke of it I wittily said, "Ha ha, there must be an 'r' in the month" to be met with a stony glare. I needed to talk this over with someone older, so when I next went up to Brum I asked my mum (she being older than me) and she said, "Oh you lose all control when you get to that age, it happens to everyone." I can hardly wait.

This little snippet of information will have escaped nobody's notice. In the event that our interest in this well-known figure should become reality, we will obviously need a song for him. I propose Donovan's February 1968 pile of bilge: Jennifer Juniper.Here he is murdering it. The lyrics begin: Jennifer Juniper lives upon the hill, Jennifer Juniper, sitting very still. Is she sleeping? I don't think so. Is she breathing? Yes, very low. Whatcha doing, Jennifer, my love? So how about: Adrian Bevington came from the FA Adrian Bevington came to us one day etc, etc Of course it may all be just speculation. Him coming I mean.

20 me. Those who put other, I just hope you were all over 20 because if not...

And if so, why?

Who is Pat Byrne?

Very interesting article. I think you've probably answered that yourself when you say I would imagine that in this day and age most Premier managers and coaches were aware of the fact Stoke had a long-throw expert and I suppose a bit of extra attention can be given in training to defending against long throws. But even if a long throw can simply be a bit like a corner, when a team has someone like Delap they are potentially getting at least twice as many pseudo-corners into the box as a team who doesn't have one and surely that means a lot more pressure on the opposition. Some may think that teams put far too many high balls into the box already but when you have someone like Ian Hutchinson who played for Chelsea in the early 70s and was perfectly capable of throwing a ball to the far side of the penalty box, then there is always the chance that a player coming in from the opposite wing might score or at least cause problems. Good question. I'm no coach but I don't imagine you have to be a freak of nature in order to develop a long throw. NRC springs to my mind as well and is already taking some fairly long throws but down the line rather than into the middle. I think a player who can turn himself into a long-throw merchant is a player with an extra tool in his locker (calm down missus), as is a team who can find and develop a player with this special ability.

If Gareth Barry stays long enough to beat Charlie Aitken's record, not the least of the pleasures to derive from it will be reading these articles by OBE.