The FA Bloody Cup is killing us

[shorehamview]

Bloody hell, sorry, did not realise we had that much debt!

We haven't got any now. It was written off when HRH paid Kev a pound.

 

[SwissBlade]

It's like one of those costume dramas the BBC like to put on.

The heroine flounces in and declares "Mother, Father, I have had enough of this Challenge Cup tomfoolery. For will being good in one competition that some denounce not affect our league form? And, pray, how will we win this no doubt fine trophy when such rich mercenary troupes such as Liverpool and Manchester City still flourish, alongside those deluded whey-faced poltroons from South Barnsley? if we have to play too many cup games then we'll be bottom of Division Three by Easter!"

Her father, a proper northern man, a man from poor stock made good, with huge sideburns like Amos Brearly and a gruff but kind temperament chides her thus: "Nah then, calm thissen dahn our Eliza, tha'll snap thi quim strings if tha dun't giooer. Dun't tha reckon that them lads'll be better when thiv ad ther sens some wins? Anyow, get thissen int parlour, tha's got thi 'arpsicord lesson wi that young Mr. Ponsycock."

Eliza blushes at the way her father deliberately says the young fellow's name incorrectly. "I'm sorry father, but I get rather worked up about that which I have no control over."

Her father replies - "Tha's bin whittlin' abaht this for t' past fooertneet. And tha knows what I allus say lass, Winnin' Breeds Winners. Now fuck off and get thi 'arpsicord lesson done. It's thruppence 'apenny for that poncy soft southern lad to come each bloody lesson."

Eliza demured. Her father was right, he always was. And besides, young Mr. Ponsonby-Shuttlecock was rather dashing. He always managed to get her feeling rather excited by the end of each lesson. Now, just at the thought of him in his tight riding breeches and flappy sleeves had her frothing like bottled Bass. One day, she knew, they would be betrothed.

It's like a costume version of Ollessendro 's shed thread....

 

[SwissBlade]

We haven't got any now. It was written off when HRH paid Kev a pound.

We were £1 in debt... Bloody McCabe lied to us!

 

[GrayBlade]

It's like one of those costume dramas the BBC like to put on.

The heroine flounces in and declares "Mother, Father, I have had enough of this Challenge Cup tomfoolery. For will being good in one competition that some denounce not affect our league form? And, pray, how will we win this no doubt fine trophy when such rich mercenary troupes such as Liverpool and Manchester City still flourish, alongside those deluded whey-faced poltroons from South Barnsley? if we have to play too many cup games then we'll be bottom of Division Three by Easter!"

Her father, a proper northern man, a man from poor stock made good, with huge sideburns like Amos Brearly and a gruff but kind temperament chides her thus: "Nah then, calm thissen dahn our Eliza, tha'll snap thi quim strings if tha dun't giooer. Dun't tha reckon that them lads'll be better when thiv ad ther sens some wins? Anyow, get thissen int parlour, tha's got thi 'arpsicord lesson wi that young Mr. Ponsycock."

Eliza blushes at the way her father deliberately says the young fellow's name incorrectly. "I'm sorry father, but I get rather worked up about that which I have no control over."

Her father replies - "Tha's bin whittlin' abaht this for t' past fooertneet. And tha knows what I allus say lass, Winnin' Breeds Winners. Now fuck off and get thi 'arpsicord lesson done. It's thruppence 'apenny for that poncy soft southern lad to come each bloody lesson."

Eliza demured. Her father was right, he always was. And besides, young Mr. Ponsonby-Shuttlecock was rather dashing. He always managed to get her feeling rather excited by the end of each lesson. Now, just at the thought of him in his tight riding breeches and flappy sleeves had her frothing like bottled Bass. One day, she knew, they would be betrothed.

BRILLIANT! and so true!

 

[davidpinder]

If we don't play tomorrow, and even if we do we may have to win, we could easily be bottom of the League by the time we play again a week on Wednesday at Gillingham, (always depending Kent is dry enough to get that game on.)

We should be playing in the League on Saturday, trying to get the points we need, not in the Past it's sell by date cup on Sunday.

Games in hand mean nothing it's points on the board and we are playing catch up both In fixtures and points.

This cup run is going to get us relegated.

I do and don't agree with some of this. My view on the cup was a bit similar that got me in trouble so i went off with my tail between my legs!! (lucky boy i know). However with the weather being like it is and if what you are saying is right and the gills game is called off next wednesday then surely it would be off if we were playing them Saturday like on the original fixture list?? therefore if we play sunday and win that will do us more good than if we weren't in the cup and the game was called off Saturday and we would have to wait until next saturday to play again. I think they have done really well to get the game rearranged just 4 days after it was originally scheduled for. I just hope and pray we can get the game on Sunday against forest as we don't want to have to rearrange that.

 

[BusheyBlade]

FA cup will get us relegated...nonsense, just like my Fulham mate who said they didn't need the FA cup right now. Here's my reply to him:

I don't buy the "we don't need" it argument mate, never have. FA Cup should be important for all teams given that these days 16 teams are just making up the numbers in the premiership. As we know, in a one off knockout game it's all to play for so the big guns don't hold a monopoly on the cups (ergo Wigan last season) And it's a shot at glory for everyone in the rest of the league, a giant killing, money spinning cup run, etc. a good cup win can build confidence and inspire ( though admittedly Sheff utd lost after beating Villa and were hammered at Crewe last week...lets see if we beat the mighty Shrewsbury on Saturday)
As for last night, dull fare for the neutral, Fulham fans must be despairing cos your lot were little better than Sunday league. You look doomed to relegation. Blades were hardly exciting but were organised, strong, patient and despite conceding possession had more goal attempts than Fulham...makes Cloughie sound like Mourinho! And you tell any of the 2500 Blades there last night (tuesday night and four hours from home) that it wasn't a good game. After the shite we've endured this season, to a man , they would beg to differ! Fuckin' cup fuckin' fever baby, yeah!!!

Having said all that, since losing to us Fulham have done ok. They've only got the one point but they've been leading Man United and Liverpool for much of the 180 minutes they've played!

 

[SotonBlade]

It's like one of those costume dramas the BBC like to put on.

The heroine flounces in and declares "Mother, Father, I have had enough of this Challenge Cup tomfoolery. For will being good in one competition that some denounce not affect our league form? And, pray, how will we win this no doubt fine trophy when such rich mercenary troupes such as Liverpool and Manchester City still flourish, alongside those deluded whey-faced poltroons from South Barnsley? if we have to play too many cup games then we'll be bottom of Division Three by Easter!"

Her father, a proper northern man, a man from poor stock made good, with huge sideburns like Amos Brearly and a gruff but kind temperament chides her thus: "Nah then, calm thissen dahn our Eliza, tha'll snap thi quim strings if tha dun't giooer. Dun't tha reckon that them lads'll be better when thiv ad ther sens some wins? Anyow, get thissen int parlour, tha's got thi 'arpsicord lesson wi that young Mr. Ponsycock."

Eliza blushes at the way her father deliberately says the young fellow's name incorrectly. "I'm sorry father, but I get rather worked up about that which I have no control over."

Her father replies - "Tha's bin whittlin' abaht this for t' past fooertneet. And tha knows what I allus say lass, Winnin' Breeds Winners. Now fuck off and get thi 'arpsicord lesson done. It's thruppence 'apenny for that poncy soft southern lad to come each bloody lesson."

Eliza demured. Her father was right, he always was. And besides, young Mr. Ponsonby-Shuttlecock was rather dashing. He always managed to get her feeling rather excited by the end of each lesson. Now, just at the thought of him in his tight riding breeches and flappy sleeves had her frothing like bottled Bass. One day, she knew, they would be betrothed.

Ever considered writing a book?

 

[Rossb123]

Found this on Wikipedia, the below isn't including TV money. Would be a great achievement and financial boost if we got to the quarter finals. If we stay up the money would allow us to sign a few of better players, may be even get Brayford on a permanent.

Fourth Round Qualifying32£12,500
First Round Proper40£18,000
Second Round Proper20£27,000
Third Round Proper32£67,500
Fourth Round Proper16£90,000
Fifth Round Proper8£180,000
Sixth Round Proper4£360,000
Semi-Final losers2£450,000
Semi-Final winners2£900,000
Final runners-up1£900,000
Final winner1£1,800,000

 

[Sothall_Blade]

If we don't play tomorrow, and even if we do we may have to win, we could easily be bottom of the League by the time we play again a week on Wednesday at Gillingham, (always depending Kent is dry enough to get that game on.)

We should be playing in the League on Saturday, trying to get the points we need, not in the Past it's sell by date cup on Sunday.

Games in hand mean nothing it's points on the board and we are playing catch up both In fixtures and points.

This cup run is going to get us relegated.

I'm getting a bit concerned about Harry's Game.
He hasn't been on yet to tell us what a disaster yesterday's victory in the tinpot cup was.
How all our hopes and dreams of finishing 20th in the Third Division have now been dashed.
Should somebody be sent round to check that he's not tipped over into a dangerous depression?