We absolutely slaughtered Bolton 0-0. Murdered them. If it had been a boxing match it would have been stopped at half-time. But it was a football game, and one of two halves. Well they all are aren’t they? But what I mean is, oh just read it already.
The smell of Ipswich will hopefully have dissipated from FCR by tomorrow, and the lighting and toilets repaired. The invoice is in the post Marcus. Cheers. All in good time to welcome Bolton Wanderers and their fan for a kick about. Will their manager tell him to fuck off though?
A draw that felt like a win, a last minute equaliser. We’ve had a couple of those this season. But this one, this one was the very best. The Little Yellow Birders have had their say on the derby draw.
He's back, and he's BAD! That's Michael Jackson bad, not 'bad' is in a baddie. When I say 'Michael Jackson Bad', I don't mean, you know. I mean the album. Yeah? Anyway, he's back. It's our Jon. Fun Jon. With a bit about the derby game.
It's now time for the derby after the Derby. That's right, it's the second leg of the derby. Not the one against Derby, but the one against Ipswich. Confused? Fear not, the LYBP team explain all ahead of the big, scary match that Ipswich will surely finally win.
1-0 to the Farkenal. We bested ‘boro’s boys with a TT special on a totes emosh day at FCR. Their fans took over Haymarket the night before the game and were jamming with Puppet Bastard. But yet again, their confidence was misplaced. Zoë Whitford and Rich Jeffery were there to see it all.
Dry January? Pathetic. Veganuary? No thank you. For LYBP and for NCFC it was all about WINuary, and winning is what (for the most part) happened. Clare Thomas had the fun task of revisiting FA Cup heartbreak, a satisfying transfer window and quite a few points, actually.