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I've just received my fifth identical email of the day about this podcast. Okay, okay, you've worn me down! I'll download it. Just don't keep telling me!

Yes. Morgan makes Kenwright seem wise and endearing.

Well, put it this way, whenever any family photographs were being taken in the city, Josemi raced in and sat at the front of them.

He also tries to keep his focus on the club and the fans rather than become fixated on pursuing petty personal vendettas, unlike some prose-impaired Mad-magazine lookalikes. Good luck to him.

The neighs have it!

You ain't seen me, right?

He sounds like he's been 'Bascombed'. His attitude towards Rafa has gone from almost creepily positive to decidedly cool and niggly.

Riera said they were about ten days ahead of us.

What with Steve Hunter and dear old Les 'Where's me shirt?' Lawson, it's as if Barney Gumble from The Simpsons has been cloned in some terrifying experiment.

And from him it's goodbye. (It certainly is.)

Every time Claire Rourke asks a question and then says 'It certainly was' or 'It certainly is' or 'He certainly will' she should receive an electric shock. If you know the answer before you ask a question, either don't ask it or pretend you find the answer interesting. And don't keep saying 'But from me it's goodbye'. It's obviously from you.

I don't doubt the budget is a problem, but the key thing for any channel on a low budget is to think really hard about how to compensate in other ways. It may as well be off air at the moment.

It damn well OUGHT to be free, considering the rubbish on it. Endless random repeats of old matches and interviews, and...that's about it. They can't even be arsed to do a short news report during the summer. Zero imagination.

It always amazes me that, although we're all now supposed to be 'TV literate' and sophisticated multi-media creatures, LFCTV phone-ins ALWAYS feature several people who call up thinking that they'll be able to listen to themselves via the TV set whilst waffling away on the phone. So we have to endure: 'What's your question?... [echo: What's your question?] 'Hello Clare!...[echo: Hello, Clare!]' 'Can you turn your TV down, please?' 'Eh?' 'The TV. Can you turn the volume down?' 'Oh? Er...' 'The sound. It's echoing...' 'Pardon? Hold on, I'll turn the TV down...' Just cut them off, the idiots!

That's a bit forced, isn't it? 'Explaining' his departure now by quoting his comments from over a year ago?

Well, at least there's a space for Kenny now...

Let's translate that into Latin. He can put it on a badge.

There was a conscious decision, after the S*n alienated so many people, to attract that tabloid audience.

Doh! I guess all their 'best fans in the world' left about 20 minutes before the end. As usual. Maybe they think they're still up.

The problem is though that time and time again the LMA sits back and allows Ginsoak to throw every insult he likes at another manager until the other manager starts responding, and then - and only then - does it suddenly decide to intervene with lofty talk of 'standards' and good behaviour. So the result is that the LMA's very own dominant figure gets to do as he wishes, and then is saved from getting much flak back by the LMA. That's hardly fair.

Allardyce probably brings Ginsoak some scotch, Bassett some fresh fruit and veg, Curbishley a luvverly bunch of coconuts, Flynn some lamb, Parkin a cake, Pleat some street names and ladies' names, Sanchez some whelks, Ward some more scotch and Moyes just fellates him. Then they all agree on what Ginsoak tells them and go off for a slap-up meal.

This is the current LMA committee: Slur Ginsoak + Sam Allardyce Dave Bassett Alan Curbishley Brian Flynn Steve Parkin David Pleat Lawrie Sanchez John Ward David Moyes Not exactly the most impressive, or representative, of line-ups.

Exactly. And they were whining about it on MOTD2 last night - ignoring the fact that the man who supposedly deserves a gracious word has been graceless enough to ban the channel, among many others, for years.

Whoever did the post match interviews for Setanta was even more idiotic than usual, desperately trying to get Shearer and poor Southgate to say something pointlessly definitive. To their credit they rebuffed him well, but it was so lazily manipulative.

Ray 'Mr Versatile' Winstone was there, too, with Ian McShane (the son of a manc player, isn't he?).