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We signed a player
called Paul Robinson (no, not that one) who was (a) a Geordie, (b) prone
to serious homesickness, and (c) liked dogs. No comment about women from
Newcastle. |
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No matter the circumstances,
a good jibe at playing form always works. |
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Another new signing, this
time a Swede called Per Karlsson. Part of his signing came down to getting
a job for his girlfriend. |
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Incidentally, Karlsson's nickname
was Pecker. |
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We were trying to get rid
of John Hartson by this stage...... |
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.... and finally he goes.
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Around about this time, we'd
had a new Official Site for the club. Which was, to put it politely, a
pile of goat wank. Still, the club were trying. Very trying. |
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More jokes about our form. |
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The funniest thing was, JH
left for Coventry to keep his Premiership career intact. I don't need
to tell you where the Sky Blues finished... |
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So, there I was in San Francisco,
and guess what I found? Sad thing is, the Bay Area would be far more preferable
to a Bucks new town. |
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I suppose that things were
starting to turn for the worse by this stage. IIRC, Koppout had announced
that we could never go back to Plough Lane and we'd thought that was it...... |
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For some reason, I've never
made too much hay with the other Wimbledon. |
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The easiest and the hardest
front page I've ever had to do. Never forget. And certainly never forgive. |
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About this time, Koppout failed
with the Football League, and we really thought that was it. |
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From a creative standpoint,
my favourite ever front page. Nobody else seemed to like it though. Philistines.
Anyway, the sentiment showed just how much we thought we were winning. |
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Funny thing is, I still believe
it. |
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And not quite so funny, I
still believe this. |
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You can't beat a good old
fashioned parody. |
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Go USA. Actually, I had come
back from Boston, where that very phrase was enjoying a post 9/11 airing.
Seemed apt. |
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