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They can't. They don't own it.

An exhaustive list of things to like about West Ham United: 1) Upton Park

Being in the dark, as I so often am anymore, I've just googled 'The Rev', and my reaction to the result has confirmed both my biggest fear and my greatest ambition: I have become my father.

That reminds me ... time to renew my subscription.

Wrist bands and rosette. Fashion plate. 👍

Fair enough. And a bit snarky from me, perhaps, so apologies if that's gone down wrong. But seriously - and I hope there's no reason to take offense at this, as I'm not implying anything beyond the simple point - a Scottish brogue* can be very difficult for some non-Scot Anglophones to understand. There's no reason to suggest that this is any more the 'fault' (the wrong word, probably) of the speaker than the listener. And, hey, maybe it's just me - if I'm wrong, it won't be the first time. But it'd be a fairly straightforward answer to your query of 'why?'. Hopefully that's come across ok. No offense intended. *not that Barry Bannan's speech strikes me as such.

And thanks to the subtitles, we can all tell.

Ampuphobe!

Congrats, Wednesday.

Cheers.

Perhaps there is a reasonable analogy from one who ... er ... knows a Spurs fan or two rather well. The CL semifinal comeback with 3 second-half goals v Ajax was a similarly special 'against all odds' occasion. It was a match and an accomplishment that will be remembered lovingly by every Spurs fan who saw it - always. But I can tell you, it's never, ever, thought about without at least a tinge of lamentation for what came next. The memories of this semifinal, as great as they'll be, will be less than they would've been should the final be lost. I'm really confident of that. 😐

When Palmer's went in, I actually thought to myself, "the kid doesn't seem to have that 'Fergie time' thing quite down yet".

Holy effing hell. Could they ... ?

There's a sentence I never expected to read.

😄😄 Honest to God, I was just thinking about Tadcaster Albion yesterday as I was carrying mail. No idea how I came to it ... but it's a helluva job that lets one's mind wander that far whilst working.

What does he tell them at the half? 'Job done'?

Happy Birthday, Southy. Have a good'n matey.

Chin up, sunshine. Be reyt.

My niece's husband texted me that the manager of the local lower-division professional club was just a couple tables over. Said he used to play in the Prem and texted his name, which i remenbered - not because I have a Walkleyesque knowledge of Wednesday, but because I went to high school with a fella named Mark McKeevor and recalled there being a player of (phonetically, at least) that name. If im honest, i had to Google it to be certain he played for Wednesday.

Mark McKeever - currently sat at a brewpub in Knoxville, Tennessee, two tables over from my niece and her husband. ... glad to contribute.

Try to think of it as one of the countless Wednesday fans that you call a c*nt every week. That should salve the hurt.

For starters, their sisters'll let 'em.

Yeah, well, I've got mates.

Cheers. Yeah, headed out early as he said he had to do some media stuff. I've heard the name plenty on here, but didn't put two and two together.

Who's that, then? Had a pint with that bloke at The Mitre pre-Charlton - he even had the same shirt on. 😆 Came off a decent fella.