Keeping Up With The Joneses

Forty-odd games and it’s come down to this. A straight shoot-out between us and the pride of Wales. (If the Swans take exception to that, have a quick glance at the table, fellas.)

I don’t think I can take it anymore.

The ball is unquestionably in our court but it won’t be a simple winner as Cardiff are far from down in the tramlines. But by the looks of it, that icy subject of luck is on our side, Jackson’s got the bruise on his stomach to prove it.

The FA are on neither side, although come QPR’s little date with powers that be we may be re-thinking that notion. Certainly, Mr Jones and Mr Warnock, they’re not moving our fixtures to spite you. The Pompey game was moved months ago, around the same time the police decided they couldn’t afford to police on a Good Friday. They are making cuts don’t you know.

Luck Can Have It

Don’t believe the press. Or anyone else who’s spouting this rumour. In fact or me as I’ve definitely helped spread it.

The Play-offs are not, have never been, nor will they ever become, a lottery.

Nor, if you read some of the newspaper boards around the fine city is promotion a ‘lottery’. I can’t affect my chances of winning the lottery, footballers most definitely can change, or at least impact, the results of the play-offs. And definitely can have a big, big say in who gets promotion.

I Swear

So they’ve gone and done it.

Rooney’s been charged because he said a naughty word.

Way to go, FA.

The reason being it is a bad influence on kids, especially because their only contact with the outside, grown-up world is on Sky Sports and Match of the Day every week. The fact that they hear these utterances of such offence and worse on a daily basis on public transport, or their siblings, or parents even is irrelevant.