Bletch just told me where to go. 
Originally posted by @saintbletch
Go on, you know you want to try (but, ultimately fail) to wipe the smug grin off my face.
Seems we are getting close to doing that… for August at least.
Are you lot training for Puel’s job when he gets kicked out at the end of September
Good rates on betfair as being the first man down 
Remind me again who won the Sotonians’ Fantasy Football League for August 2015-2016?
Exactly.
Nobody knows, and even fewer people care.
I think there’s something missing from your life if you’re so desperate to win a poxy virtual football management tournament.
It’s kind of you to give me the 40-point gap that there was between us at this point last season though. Very sporting.
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My money is on Ant winning it this year. Bletch was just a flash in the pan, a one season wonder, the las ketchup of the fantasy football world.
Will you lot stop spamming up my thread?
I’ll decide what gets posted and when.
I preferred it when this place was just fields.
In fact, I preferred it when Toke had fallen out with pap and had flounced off vowing never to return*.
*Bletch recognises that this never happened but that doesn’t stop it being an excellent deflection technique.
Wifi seems to be working better now B. Is that the sound of a wild card being played?
How’s this going this year? You still struggling to find WiFi B?
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Four cough ewe can’t
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Seemes strange as last year we had weekly, sometimes midweekly updates. What could the difference be this season?
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I’ll be charitable and suggest he doesn’t want to embarrass Pap 
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Here you are, Tokes.
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Nice one. I can’t see Bletch… where is he?
No, I noticed he does all his own work.
OK. salt in the wound is it?
Right. Here’s the facts…
I’ve only been able to make 2 transfers since the season started.
My laptop broke in July which meant pre-season research was a wash-out. Finances meant I couldn’t get it replaced then.
I was away camping* when the season started.
Since then, I’ve been back at work with a deadline to hit so have had little time AND then on Saturday morning when I planned to play my wildcard to fix the mess I’d got into, that cunt Rust Cohle (of this parish) kept me yacking for too long during our post-yoga, Costa Coffee breakfast.
This meant that I got back in the door at 11:26am, started (new) laptop and just managed to change captains and formation before the transfer deadline hit.
I will, therefore, be retiring my team this year, as I am an embarrassment to my family name.
I mean, someone from Scotchland is top of the league. That would never happen in real life.
Plus their team has the name of a Liverpool player in it and that’s just wrong.
Are Celtic the protestant ones?
Bletch FC RIP.
*As in “In a tent” and not “In a frilly shirt”.
So, in short, Bletch was just a One Season Wonder
… destined to share the same fate as The St Winifred’s School Choir, Bedding Plants and Brendon Rodgers.
Hey, St Winifred’s Choir had 2 hits! Bet you can’t name the other one