There is always a late surge, a revival prior to death. The final chapter was started v Wycombe, now to be deepened, fact checked by Plymouth.

Go United to the depths where you belong, to the burning fires of beelzebubs domain, where screams echo its dismal walls, walls that allow no escape.

That cutting agony of fire, the first scream of a huge nail in a wrist, puncturing the nerve, a scream like a banshee, inadequate in its pitch.

Die monster die.

Jez, being re introduced to the club.....the symbol of death, a deaths head of corruption, conning, a slippery rat with a gold tooth.

Paid for by me, and the likes. No more, thieves, blackguards....... Robbers, M r Barry. Yes you.