It’s a fowl (sic) wind in to which we sail.
The last decade has been full of eggscuses and are beyond a yolk.
It’s glair-ingly (sic) obvious that we are in deep 💩 not all of it being from Paddy’s chickens.
We’ve had a chicken feed budget for too many seasons, hence our place in the pecking order of the football pyramid.
Our hen house will be pillaged by the scavenging foxes of the local EFL clubs.
The chalaza that exists between club & supporters is from cradle to grave.
Lubricate your syrinx on the ‘morrow and rally the cocks on to victory in our final home game this season.
Let’s not go the way of the dodo or the archaeopteryx.
The Phoenix will rise.
