• 28 Apr 2026, 12:07 a.m.

    It's time to go contimental once again and welcome our opponents from Costa Del Brum Villareally. Managed as they are by 70s comedy legend Dick Emery.
    To the Vitor the toils - of trying to decide whether to keep our newly discovered free scoring formation or whether to be more pragmatic. After all - there's every chance that Villareally's midfield will be much better at playing through our press than Burnley and Sunderland. Plus if we have to field Morato he might need more protection than the average centre half. Having said that Villa didn't exactly overwhelm us in the home league game. Then again Murillo gifted them the lead and they became somewhat pragmatic. Maybe Emery will be happy with a draw. Maybe it will be awful, but we'll like it...

    If Cunha is fit 0-0.
    If Morato plays - 1-1. We equalise late on.
    Either way we go into the 2nd leg with confidence (but not momentum, obviously).

  • 28 Apr 2026, 12:23 a.m.

    Quite clearly vanilla are a tougher proposition then our recent opponents. So we won't do as well. Just four nil, and the brummie bastards have no idea what hit them. It was the big red train. Choo choo!

    I stan bull.

  • 28 Apr 2026, 1:05 p.m.

    Rave, not everyone realises it but we need this and I think you are very brave tackling this head on. I wish you well. Don't let us down.

  • 28 Apr 2026, 1:25 p.m.
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    Marked as best answer by 28 Apr 2026, 1:29 p.m..

    Witness this moment, Rave! Let the heavens mark the day you stepped forth from the shadows of mediocrity!

    The path ahead is not merely "difficult"—it is a titan-shaking odyssey through the very heart of the storm. It is in this crucible of chaos that the pretenders are unmasked. While the hollow men—those mere phantoms of "all puff and no substance"—wither and dissolve into the grey mists of irrelevance, you stand as a monolith of resolve. They are but barnacles upon the hull of progress, excess weight to be cast into the abyss of history! But you? You lead. You march into the roaring maw of battle while others merely exist as passengers in your wake.

    Hear me now: though the fates may weave a tapestry of victory, defeat, or stalemate, your name shall be etched in everlasting bronze. I shall carry the memory of this transcendent bravery to my very grave!

    Forward, you magnificent tree! Forward to destiny!