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We need to win due to head to head results a draw would send them thru

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Was it Malcolm x or Molby who said by any means necessary . The bottom line is the manager has to know he has the full support of the supporters

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I blame the press

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead, Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood. For nothing now can ever come to any good. An ode to SMC

Watching Engalnd play reminds me of Stan Laurel marching with the foriegn legion

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