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Burnley v Brentford yesterday, burgundy/sky blue trim v skyblue/burgundy trim, another horror for those of us heading for full coke-bottle-bottoms bins...
Law 4 is pretty clear on kits, but Cov v Boro last week - both keepers wore identical full yellow kits, in contravention; so what, perhaps? Boro chasing the game late on send the keeper up for a corner - no idea which was which; how is a defender or a ref supposed to deal with this?
Three goalkeeping kits in the club shop - why does Walsh wear black with the ref in black?
Just tackle this the same way as carbon credits - there are three little lads running around Africa right now with livers like a French goose so that I can drink more than a GP's receptionist whenever I choose...
It surely can't help Sean Dyche feel like he's going to be in the job for any length of time when they have applied the initials to his track suit with a sticky label from a 70's supermarket pricing gun.
Ravel Morrison - 6 in 15 for us on loan, in more of a death-spiral than a wobble, wound up in the UAE Second Division having scored 18 more across 12 years.
Too many rough puff roadkill-filled abominations from Dick's Last Resort have rendered you unable to grasp the true majesty of a Clayton Park butter pie...!
Clive, to the northern pies appreciation thread, please.
Mrs Nombre has a fondness for browsing old gravestones for unusual details. We're walking out Amersham way and take a diversion round an old churchyard by way of a water stop. Meeting back by the lychgate, she asks me,
My Wodehouse vote goes to 'Uncle Fred in the Springtime' though - easily the best of his mistaken identity plots, beautifully written and at least one laugh out loud a page.
Can't recommend David Sedaris enough either - they're all good, just don't start with the Diaries...
Perhaps they have overlooked the notorious '88 King's Park Rangers (you organise the travel, you get to pick the team name) Amsterdam tour, highlights of which included one drunken horror-tackle broken leg and one visa-less Australian smuggled in and back in the coach toilet.
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