In the four years since they arriving at the club, the relationship between Sport Republic and transfer windows has been like the relationship between a elephants and laxatives. You just end up with a massive great pile of shit that takes years to clean up. It is one of football’s great truths that you can never judge a transfer window until at least a year down the line, because some players you sign will make promising starts and then fall away, others will do the opposite and some will look good on paper and provide absolutely nothing.

As If We Could Love Him Any More South Coast Derby trips to Fratton Park seem to be all about the narratives. Those narratives of course are all about Pompey, the bestest fans, the bestest ground, the bestest atmosphere, the bested hostility and the bestest soap dodging c*** with the bell and all that. You can’t read an article about this particular game without it being some sort of massive rim job with those from the East side of Hampshire on the receiving end.

Permanently Injured Striker The Only Crumb of Comfort The away game against Hull City earlier on this season was one of the more pivotal games that Saints have had so far. To refresh your memory, Saints, managed by Will Still, were abominably shit and got beaten 3-1, which was a scoreline that flattered us given that our consalation goal was scored in the 95th minute.

Tonda - probably Thinking About Birmingham On Monday Oxford United are a team that I know very little about. The only recent memory I have of them was playing them in a preseason friendly before the start of last season and losing 2-0. In the same way than the preseason performances this season told us that the Will Still appointment might not go particularly well, that Oxford performance told us was the forerunner of the Premier League campaign being a 12 point murder of a campaign.