Red-Robbo

Aye, but that was how they were spelling them at the former pasty outlet. Which made it worse.

Ref was shit- but they did deserve at least a draw, potentially all three points. He did stop our counter-attacks on several occasions in the second half though for farcical reasons, so maybe he might have affected the result of the game.

TBH as I've never felt like eating a donut at a game, I didn't find out. I had to have a rip-off hot dog instead.

While we're on off-field moans - would it kill them to put up the halftime scores on the big screen, rather than read them out. Through the Dolman PA, which is presumably a matt black, stacked 60W Midi system bought from Tandy's in the mid-80s, the guy might as well have been reciting Burmese poetry. We always used to put the scores up. Why not now? You've got big screens - use them.

yes, Homer, there is. And you won't ever have to queue at it! ?

I'd like to meet the genius who replaced the pasty concession in the Dolman with donuts. Maybe the crowds of kids that sit in the Lansdown like donuts at football, but the average age in the Dolman is about 62 - and I can tell you that English men just do not wanna munch donuts at football. It's a winter-based game FFS - and we're not Americans!

Dickie was my MOTM and the only player who seemed robust enough to deal with Preston's constant rough-housing - and was able to pay them back in kind! What disappointed me again was the basic lack of midfield able to deal with a big, physical side. I get that Scott wasn't there and the ref gave us next to no protection, but there was no one able to stop them bringing the ball into our final third. Preston aren't exactly a graceful side, but when you let them have that much possession in your half you just know a goal is coming eventually. Lots of City players had below-par games and it was a bit of a blah turgid mess of a game, as it always seems to be when we have a big crowd for a league game. Was disappointed with Knight after the rave reviews he was getting in the friendlies. It didn't look like he could hold off the challenge of a primary school kid. I'm not writing the bloke off based on one game however. Much better will come, hopefully. Any Scott cash that we can spend would be well invested in a strong, fearless attacking midfielder.

I think that comes under the "showing off with his little mates" category. When I met him, he was at his brother-in-law's birthday.

I met him at a social event once and he was relaxed, humorous, self-depreciating, friendly. We bantered over a beer, but there was no real dislike. When you live in the Bristol area, you end up with Gas mates, Gas workmates, sometimes Gas relatives. You can joke about it and take the piss, but ultimately, they are just fans of another team: some are nice people, some are utter throbbers - the same mixture as our own fanbase. It's the club I can't stand - not its supporters, deluded though many of them are.

Excellent work, but I'd put the "Row M" fiasco, Babestation and the fake Fanta fine into the mix.

Plums

It was sunny for about 20 minutes in Wells, so beat that! ?

It isn't far, but Fratton - the area - is a rather unpleasant dump. The front at Southsea is pleasant, but as has been said, that technically isn't Portsmouth.

Sensibly looking away from the pitch...

A tiny bit of it is OK, but as for the rest it's largely a concrete monstrosity. Plus, it's full of psychotic and unjolly Jack Tars.

Lee could make a killer pass - but let's face it, only when he was in space, and unthreatened by an advancing opponent. You don't have to be big, but you do have to be strong and confident. LJ had neither those attributes when we first played him, although TBF to the man, he had got a bit more robust towards the end of his spell on the pitch for us.

My thoughts are with his family and friends. Rest easy, fellow Red.

We'd certainly piss the Conference South.

Legend is an overused word, but not in the case of Chris Garland. RIP Chris. Rest easy.

Eastville's pitch even more agricultural than the Mem. I thought they'd planted a Scarecrow on it, but on closer inspection that was Alan Warboys.

Bob Taylor lives in Stourbridge. Not too hard to find...

Crap player perhaps but an unstoppable sex machine.

The planning committee of BCC makes the decision. The Mayor is only involved in policy decisions on the strategic plan - like where to put a new concert venue and/or if the proposals are financed by major amounts of BCC cash.