Date: 1st May 2011 at 8:46am
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If wishes were horses, beggars would ride. If turnips were swords, I’d wear one by my side. If ifs and ands were pots and pans, there’d be no need for tinkers’ hands.

Anyone looking for something more sophisticated to kick than next door’s cat only has to dwell upon all the points dropped thrown hurled over arm bowled away in games against clubs who now litter the lower half of the table.

Now we can move on (some of us by the scruff of the neck) from the rosary bead clutching that dogged yesterday’s blog perhaps it’s time to assess the plan moving forward. And I’m not talking about the next few games. For information on the loss of 4th place kindly read the paragraph above this one.

The criminal yesterday outside of that lobotomised fecktard with the flag was undoubtedly Arry. He went for a draw. Look at the way he lined ’em up. Look at the way he sent ’em out. Look at the way he moved ’em about.

And what was the look of thunder about when scored? Was that the right time for a poker face? tactically outwitted again. Is this old dog capable of learning new tricks?

Anyhoo, here are some player ratings…