Agent Ryan Yates is going to upset the Ghost of Ken Bates. (A Match thread)

Yes Cole Palmer FC are on a roll but if you stick the current greatest Irritant in the current Premier League on him then you have something.

Last year people argue that Joe Worrall and Wily Boly had the games of their lives. Possibly true, but looking at it, the player who made it all work was our own goal threat. He was annoying. He broke up play. He shithoused. He did the Ryan Yates things that Ryan Yates does. Why not again?

So stick him on Palmer and watch the fireworks with our wingers breaking at pace and nicking a goal. MGW will be well rested so hopefully he is the glue that binds the attack. Hopefully we are back to our breaking best. Last week was a blip with a VAR intermission. This week Cole Palmer FC is getting a kicking...

We also seem to have done pretty well at Damnford Bridge since we were promoted so why not again. We don't play a high line like Brighton. We don't have a shithead manager like Wet Sham and we have talent.

Elanga will score..

0-1, 1-1 or 2-2.

Chicago: Disrupter.

We are due a tumping. This will be it.

Lucky it's not on telly.

Yes this I'm afraid.

Fulham was the tumping.
Chelsea is our walloping.

We beat them last year losers let's do it again. No one is giving us a whooping this year. Nuno keeps it tight. This makes it very likely that we don't give anyone a whooping/trashing/tub thumping either.

Fucking pessimists.

Chicago: Feeling lucky.

Chelsea drew at home to Palace, so I'm not convinced they are the unbeatable monsters they are being portrayed as by some.

Fine I've changed my mind. 0-4, everyone to get a good bashing in the shed like they used to in t'olden days.

Really? Has this happened to anyone on this board?

I'm not sure. I've heard it some many times, so possibly, or it could be one of Aesop's Fables.

I think RichB was there. Took them all on and held the Shed single-handedly with none of this woke nonsense.

I think Donny probably had a spat or two in the olden days, before Clough, with his mates from down t'pit. Someone twatted a tiger once and knocked it spark out.

Or something.

Still, at least Charlie can remember a time before all that nonsense. There were six of them, stood in an actual shed, on the actual Stamford Bridge, in Sunday church suits and stove pipe hats, whirling those new fangled wooden clapper things which were a revelation of time, as wood had only been invented the week before.

Why would he need to do that? Would he just have his scythe?

Chicago: Listening to Slayer.

He had a shaft, but the iron age was many years away.

Oh no, tricky alert