Are Rochdale still trading?, you were two million in debt or something like that, or was it two trillion? , your tortured mind must be failing. Ive been there with Cambridge, give up, to bow to fate is to stop the suffering, indeed, if i drank poison with Cambridge, you are being crucified with Rochdale.

Not for three hours, but for life. Tears, feelings of unworhiness, feeling like you are lying in a casket with the lid coming down....but still alive.

Like your piles hang like grapes, no salve. No goals, no nothing.

That the ground reeks, of failure, of players with uneven legs, farting while running, plagued, useless, but still blood suckin punks, sucking up money.
like Cmbridge players.

Cursed is your place of birth, that to have been born elsewhere, anywhere else was better, even Cambridge. Co....ckroach city would have been better.

I offer psychiatric help, surely you must be depressed, on the brink. Just think of Julie Andrews and that song, wot was it, just think of something pleasent, like being caught by the Russians and your ukranian with a bomb in your hand.

Any protests of innocence wont be heard, as they come towards you, cursing and laughing in Russian. Even this is preferable to 90 minutes at Spotland. Or eating marzipan.

Best Wishes, Frank.