Timmy Elms

Very unhappy ending. Got nailed by FIFA for trademark infringement.

2006 got these things knocked up

They don’t give a monkeys about business reputation, won’t be shamed into doing the right thing. They’ll be crying all the way to the bank. It’s not a popularity competition

Nice one Cyril, nice one son, Nice one Cyril, now get back up my bum…. Very uncouth, but that’s the way it was

Lemon Curd Cockney Rhyming slang for turd. Shed - West Brom - 1878- to the tune of Brown Girl in the Ring- Brown turd up my arse, it looks like Cyril Regis…Absolutely appalling looking back….

Lemon Curd. Something very comedic about just the name…..

Tooting Chelsea. Garrett Lane. Was told it was London’s longest lane but it’s not. St Gregory’s Church where Mum and Dad got married, and all family christenings occurred. The brasses around Wardley Street. Disco nights at the Old Sargent. Vicars, Tarts, and Lonely Hearts

There’s stuff in my fridge with a longer shelf life than CFC managers

Doesn’t ring a bell. A few iconic fans from that way. Skitsy Carl, No Coat John

Embarrassingly, the Shed regularly sung this, in the 70’s through to early 80’s. Check out on YouTube 1982 us versus them in the FA Cup. Bit off track, met a bloke yesterday who reminded me of when we alighted at Lime St Station way back. Dodgy looking geyser, rattling a charity tin, f**k all accreditation. “ What’s the Charity?” “ Disabled kids” “ What type of disabled kids?” “ Ones without any legs, like”

Really hope his brand of football is entertaining. Over the last twenty years or so, we must have had the most pragmatic, dull style out there. More so than any of our competitors. Tolerable when we are winning things, less so when mid table. The amount of games I’ve bailed out of early. No atmosphere. Boring football…

That’s right. Her real name was Whippet, and her nickname was Zoe… Other girlfriends from that period included Puffin, and Tiger Feet from Tooting! Yup decent spot Abbey Mills not that have visited for many years

96 went with my girlfriend at the time Whippet, to the vintage clothes market in Abbey Mills, Merton, by the banks of my dear old River Wandle. She picked up a black Umbro referees top, circa Clive the Book Thomas late 70’s. Must have been a small size cause she wore it out raving that night to a place called Imperial Gardens in Camberwell.

Not sure why anyone bothers with press conferences. The director of communications will brief on how to spin it. All players and managers are media trained, hence puerile, robotic statements like “ we’re all focusing on the next game” and “ Palace are never easy to play against”……Yawn

Actually rolls off the tongue rather well

Fat Cat Fernandez

76-77. Forest at home. Probably my 4th or 5th game at the Bridge. Massive, ongoing ruck in the North Stand. Was in the benches with the old man and my brothers. Just when you thought the old bill had got it under control, off it went again. One of those rare games where fighting continued for most of the 90 minutes

Difficult to think of a player that has regressed so much. Two years ago, leading to the Euros, he was the best player in the Premiership

It’s as though normal business logic disappears down the tube when it applies to football finance. How can a club which consistently haemorrhages hundreds of millions, with limited growth potential in terms of global untapped commercial potential, be an appreciating asset. Even factoring in Sports Washing in the case of the Saudi’s, vanity projects as was the case with Roman and a few others, it just doesn’t add up. Wouldn’t be remotely surprised if some key club owners backed out, leading to stampede of others following suit

Ancelotti is 66 now, and by accepting the Brazil role is in semi retirement. Personally think he’d been crazy to swap a part time job with perks, such as eyeing up ladies on Copa Cabana beach, to the pissing rain of London and a chronically run club.

Current administration load of sh*t, however “ Here we go, he we go, here we go, here we go…”

Funny bunch Arsenal fans. See them on the match bound tube. Chelsea generally in groups having the craic. Gooners, spotty IT geeks on their own with head buried in a book

I’m 60 years old. Never saw us win at Highbury till we beat them in the League Cup in 98. I’m a South London boy, but concede that Arsenal have always had the biggest support in London. Way more following south of the river than Spurs. Not as tribalistic as I once was. Have Arsenal friends ( use that term loosely) who would be made up if they triumphed. Footnote: Boxing Day early 80’s. Went with my best mate and his boss to Norwich v Arsenal. Nice Ford Grenada. It was Terry Neil’s last game before he got the tin tack. Cut a long story, no doubt as a result of excessive fluid intake, Xmas Dinner with stuffing, I farted all the way up there, and all the way back. f**king cold day; case of open the windows and freeze or wear it. Oddly enough was never invited again to go with those two

Actually hope Arsenal win the League. They were severely bent out of shape when we become the most successful club in London- be good for Premiership to break City/ Liverpool monopoly. Can’t stand the twats and their intellectual, loner fans support however they’ve suffered enough…