I’m going down to The Valley tomorrow - I’ll ask the girl on reception if she’s heard anything.
She won't be able to talk to you, she's running the gaff.
Visit complete. Lianne was busy, you were right. She was just picking the team for Saturday....I’m concerned that she had Maynard Brewer in goal - however he has to play because the Australians would only buy the club if he was certain to start.
Sue Parkes was showing the new owners around, they were disappointed that the free 15k they have to play with would be spent on filling in the potholes in the car park.
Lee Bowyer was manning the phones in the NHS call centre. Jackson has chained himself to the main gates begging to stay.
Doucher, Airman Brown, Reams, Red Henry and Colin were in the Valley Cafe having a catch up....heard them say - “those simpletons on CL believe anything we say” and broke out in to a chorus of laughter.
Who remembers the days when 'It's happening' gifs filled them with excitement?
Even power scrolling to only stop at posts with over 10 likes doesn’t excite me anymore. When the news finally breaks that he’s gone, it’s gonna feel less like the lottery win of a few months ago and more like the mild satisfaction of shifting piles.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
Even the stubborn old Belgian must understand by now that no-one will pay anything like what he wants to reimburse him for the self-generated losses which, of course, merrily continue at £1 million a month. His advisers must surely have made it very clear what the going rate is for football clubs, and there is certainly no shortage of clubs for sale.
Of course he wants to control the negotiations. That's in his nature. But - this is most definitely a buyers' market. If two parties who've shown prolonged interest have now both reached the close of play then indeed the writing is on the wall. In any case RD knows he's going to face public humiliation when he is eventually forced to sell at far below his total costs, but he simply has no choice.
His refusal so far to accept the obvious has created such a climate of uncertainty that the team's performances have become highly erratic as the end of the season approaches. The players' agents are no fools. They and their clients do not want to be tied to a sinking ship. How many careers - players and coaches - have already been blighted by association with this regime?
All due diligence having long since been completed, it is just a matter of price, terms and conditions, as in fact it has always been. Sooner rather than later RD will make a snap decision to get a deal, any deal, done and out of the blue there will come an announcement ....
If the unthinkable happens and RD remains in charge indefinitely then at least the value of the club will no longer be an issue. It will be £1.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
Never did I think Macbeth could be so relevant to our current predicament. But the idiot, full of sound and fury - is it him? Or is it us?
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble
Whether for business or pleasure, Centre Circle Dining is the perfect choice for anyone seeking the ultimate in luxury service and finest cuisine. Complemented by the best seats at The Valley, this is a first-class experience that you and your guests deserve.
What really makes me laugh is that this latest fervor was started over on " The forum whose name shall not be mentioned" ny none other than Bexley Boy (Colin). Who in their right mind would believe anything coming from there, let alone out of that twats mouth. Get a grip folks!
I heard on the radio recently that evolution has provided mankind with the capacity for self-deception. I kid you not.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble
Whether for business or pleasure, Centre Circle Dining is the perfect choice for anyone seeking the ultimate in luxury service and finest cuisine. Complemented by the best seats at The Valley, this is a first-class experience that you and your guests deserve.
This forum keeps just keeps getting better and better. Thankyou everyone.
What really makes me laugh is that this latest fervor was started over on " The forum whose name shall not be mentioned" ny none other than Bexley Boy (Colin). Who in their right mind would believe anything coming from there, let alone out of that twats mouth. Get a grip folks!
I heard on the radio recently that evolution has provided mankind with the capacity for self-deception. I kid you not.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
In the Charlton world of the absurd Seth, are you giving a clue that a Scottish consortium have returned to the table ?
Macbeth may be unlucky to say in a theatre, I know Duchatelet is the kiss of death in a football ground.
Think Ian had the measure of RD down to an art........ There ain't half been some clever bastards, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PPvRsLWlDXw *Saw Ian at there first gig with the Kilburns at my art college in 1971, and the occasional talk\lecture. Do love his music......
RD will sell. He ain’t going to stomach £1m loss each month for long. And if he had plans to stay he’d be needing to replace the CEO & CFO When those positions are advertised is the time to worry
RD will sell. He ain’t going to stomach £1m loss each month for long. And if he had plans to stay he’d be needing to replace the CEO & CFO When those positions are advertised is the time to worry
The question of what happens to Lee Bowyer when the season ends is coming down the track too. Duchatelet can’t appoint a manager under current circumstances and I doubt if Bowyer would be impressed with being caretaker over a close season.
RD will sell. He ain’t going to stomach £1m loss each month for long. And if he had plans to stay he’d be needing to replace the CEO & CFO When those positions are advertised is the time to worry
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I'm off to Dereham v Hertford on Saturday.
Unlike the other 20,000 you have got......
When the news finally breaks that he’s gone, it’s gonna feel less like the lottery win of a few months ago and more like the mild satisfaction of shifting piles.
In the cauldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg and owlet's wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble
Whether for business or pleasure, Centre Circle Dining is the perfect choice for anyone seeking the ultimate in luxury service and finest cuisine. Complemented by the best seats at The Valley, this is a first-class experience that you and your guests deserve.
( Many a true word spoken in jest....)
Spreading unfounded rumours about a mythical takeover stopped the protests at a stroke.
I guess that's what Katrien paid for....
I'm off to ask Colin on another site the real updated facts again.
Better late than never i suppose
Macbeth may be unlucky to say in a theatre, I know Duchatelet is the kiss of death in a football ground.
There ain't half been some clever bastards,
*Saw Ian at there first gig with the Kilburns at my art college in 1971, and the occasional talk\lecture.
Do love his music......
Are you competing for WUM of the year?
When those positions are advertised is the time to worry