It's 7.45pm - Saturday 20 February .......

[SwissBlade]

1945 is too late. It needs to be done at Lunch.

Wheel in cases of beer, bottles of spirits and simply say "This season you've played like you're half pissed, so lets see if you play better completely bladdered like you were away at Stoke on the last game of the Championship season. Tuck in Boys"

 

[bornablade]

Wilder addresses the troops....

'Right lads, I'm afraid it's come to this but I'm using a Brian the Blade tactic. I'm posting N C on the managers door'.

The players appear confused....

'Does that mean No Change boss?'

'No it means Nigel Clough takes over on Monday'

 

[Crackers]

Ok who wants to play for Wednesday next season?

 

[Sean Thornton]

It appears FM Blade thinks it’s all my fault but pussyfoots around actually saying it, and talks about foreign scouting or something else instead whilst giving his unwavering support to both the club and myself. So, Oli, Lunny, when l think you’re fucking useless, remember l’m playing the play not the player.......,

 

[CarlMcBlade]

Bit defeatist, I’d probably save that one until after the match

Yeah maybe.....Just a moment of reflection and what might have have been.

 

[Jake Richard Cuthbert]

Reyt lads from 8pm you've got 90 minutes to win a game of football. Remember the only way to achieve that is to score more goals than the opposition. Help yourselves by not making stupid mistakes in defence.

 

[Bladeulike]

Give the ball to Norwood at every opportunity. Yes I know he’s not actually playing - he’ll be in the stands in throwing distance of the Thames. If you keep getting the balls to him they’re bound to run out eventually......

 

[raul]

Myself and Knilly are doing a livewatch of the Shoutbox and will be shouting out to you the thoughts thereon, even when Sky take us off air.