Players like Nile Ranger & Kazenga LuaLua amongst others will more than likely be going out on loan this season... We'll take both of those please!![]()
Any one else expecting a move from Southampton?
if you were a manager would you send your youngster's here
after reading this board. No goal in a couple of games
and they would have there confidence ripped from them
By a certain few on here
Would agree but Nile Ranger has scored at a higher level.
I wrote to Chris Hughton about 6 years ago and he advised me to stick with the girlfriend i had, despite me growing a little disenchanted by her sometime frenzied assaults on my ritual of overgrooming felines and removing the little metal balls from their I'M HERE bells, allowing them to be hairlessly lithe and silent. He said, Meade, adapt and allow her in. I thought about it for a while and ignored him. I liked what i had and did. I didn't need some distant man who probably has never, despite the rumours, plucked the fur from a tied-down pussy telling me how best to treat a lady and how i ought change. Looking back, i wish i'd gone about it all differently. Chris was right and my girlfriend left me, whilst reporting me to the RSPCAT. Months of legal battles followed, but finally i had to give in, give the cats back to their owners and pay that £250 fine. I wrote to Chris again and told him the story of what and happened and that i'd follow what he said from now on. He wrote back a smug chortle, the sort that all-knowing gurus of life sometimes do, and invited me for a sunday roast in Newcastle. I went, of course, because Chris told me. We had the perfect roast potatoes that day. I remember them well and salivate eagerly in anticipation of another time i see Chris. I wasn't alone at that table. I'd say there were 100 of us or so all desperate for Chris' advice and sayso on life. Some had even looked to mirror his image, the general anonymity of it, the slight undersizedness. Chris smiled and blessed the dinner and all of us equally.
As evening set in and the autumnal briskness of chill took over, he invited us all in for a heart and body warming hug. We flocked to Chris' feet. We stayed in and around his country home for about 6 months. Friendships grew and burst. The women of our family approaching a thousand became dangerously pregnant. We ate well and listened. but all good things come to an end and i was forced to escape, to break free, to reclaim my independence. Saying that, when refinding my way to a home i'd given up for that halfyear, i actually looked to become more like Chris than even he could be. I took in a few homeless people toplay with and advertised written advice offers in magazines in the local area, but didn't get far and soon realised i could never be Chris. So i let the homeless go and went back to the cats and the disapproval of women who'd sometimes take me on. I dream of Chris still and hear his neat whispers of guidance in the dark. When he appears on tv to talk calmly of performance i sometimes weep inconsolably wishing for his rebirth, for giving myself up and swallowing his sermons as whole.
I'll never be able to look at him on motd in the same way again!
motd?
Match of the Day.
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If you think any manager reads a fans forum before sending them on loan you're a fool.