Bad News

Dispatches from the Western (Bromwich) Front: as our former strikers continue to bang in goals and sporadically cheat against us, and our current ones wonder how many limbs they'd have to lose to be given a penalty some time this millennium, and our injury list swells to the extent that we're likely to raid the youth academy and field a team of foetuses for our next match, I'd really rather bury myself in the past again. The war was so much nicer then.