Right, here’s the itinerary for tomorrow: beat West Ham, trust United to beat Hull, have Villa dispatch Fucking Geordie Scum. Complicating matters is the particular way it has to be fulfilled: we actually win, on the road, by a sufficient goal margin – pay no mind to the club record 11 game away losing streak, or the fact we can’t score fuck all – if by some miracle that formula can be achieved, we’ll have to pray Hull get stuffed, by a similar sufficient goal margin. No specialised permutations required regarding Villa/Fucking Geordie Scum…if the home team prevails the shirtless throngs from Tyneside will be polluting far flung Championship venues…constables on alert!
The final mountain climb for Boro will be done sans Downing, Alves and Digard – the injury to Stewie puncturing immediate hope of his sale to finance a recrafting of a side designed to bounce right back up at the first go – a tenner says his rehabilitation will be fueled by dreams of escape, propelling a remarkable recovery in time for summer transfer activity, w/ us taking the brunt of the damaged goods label and getting less than his valuation from the last 12 months or so.
With the dire situation facing the club on the pitch, much focus has been diverted to dilemmas off it: GS wants to nick a Bulkhaul container and load it w/ his toxic assets – the rumoured exodus of senior team members – allegations of corporate collusion favouring relegation as a base for restructuring – it’s unending for an organisation w/ so many other pressing issues.
Knowing the deep back story, there really isn’t much left to dissect: fans have had it up to here w/ the former club captain – Gibbo remains high on the shit list too – we’ve shitted away our hopes and any control of destiny – 1 match, 90 plus minutes, and seemingly the same amount of things needed to align to avoid forced attrition – do you have the bollocks?
May 24th, 2009 @ BA
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