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Confirmed Signing Yerry Mina

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must be just a formality now but be nice to get it confirmed officially.
the jags and keane axis of doom is a frightening prospect until january
 

And, going back a little further than the start of the 84/85 season, I believe we started the 77/78 season with a 3-1 defeat to newly promoted Notts Forest - who went on to be champions!

I wonder if a crafty £5 on Wolves to qualify for Europe might be a good idea. They are buying extremely well.

I was at that game. Forest dismantled us that day at Godison...
 

Macbeth said, "If it were done when tis done then twere well it were done quickly". I can't remember the next line but the dirty deed was done soon after.
 
Macbeth said, "If it were done when tis done then twere well it were done quickly". I can't remember the next line but the dirty deed was done soon after.

If it were done when ’tis done, then ’twere well
It were done quickly. If the assassination
Could trammel up the consequence, and catch
With his surcease success; that but this blow
Might be the be-all and the end-all here,
But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,
We’d jump the life to come. But in these cases
We still have judgment here, that we but teach
Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return
To plague th' inventor: this even-handed justice
Commends the ingredients of our poisoned chalice
To our own lips. He’s here in double trust:
First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,
Strong both against the deed; then, as his host,
Who should against his murderer shut the door,
Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan
Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
So clear in his great office, that his virtues
Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against
The deep damnation of his taking-off;
And pity, like a naked newborn babe,
Striding the blast, or heaven’s cherubim, horsed
Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself
And falls on th' other.

No wonder you couldn't remember the next bitlol
 

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