We should invest in a software developer to create a game where we launch fuggy turds at said players with a comforting squrge as they hit the target. Include McGinn please.
Think Terry had a conflicting appointment on March 5th 1989 when he needed to mend his Aunts hostess trolley at the same time as Barry Lloyd was fronting an Albion who wears the nicest underpants evening at the Greyhound track.
To be honest if you are not aware then just as a surface skim take a look at the the recent thread started by Stat Brother. I'm locked into a dislike of them which I would think a number of other BHA posters would understand.