International rescue or National Express?

SAFCBlog is built on positivity, tough old gig at the moment, as the season has consisted of……

We had a manager I liked, but he was sacked

We appointed my preferred choice as manager, but no one seems to like him

The realisation for the masses that SD / CM are full of shite

The excitement of some minted Americans fancying buying us

A stop / start season due to International Breaks and daft cup games

Average, (but not terrible), results

A real disconnect between the fans and the club

But positivity is King

We don’t look like promotion contenders, but a striker in January would change a lot? SAFCBlog is of the firm belief we can still achieve automatic promotion.
The thought of the play offs depresses me – but if we need to do it that way; we will
Charlie Wyke returns at Saturday’s local derby vs Gillingham – 3 weeks later the transfer window opens…… work wise SAFCBlog is quiet in January, so I’m available to give Will Grigg a lift wherever

Being realistic, we haven’t got a pot to piss in…… we have 3 scenarios …

Oxford based insurance salesman selfie king and posh sidekick knobber
Uruguayan minted mentalist
Billionaire Americans who sell computers

The integrity of, (high brow), journalism dictates that SAFCBlog looks in detail at all 3 options and evaluates equally on their merits….

OXFORD JOBBERS

Not for me – full of shit

URUGUAYAN MENTALIST….

He’s mint. SAFCBlog could definitely spend a day with him on the piss, visiting some Northern England Shit hole provincial towns, prior to engaging in some spiced lamb in a pitta bread…. (is that what South American Billionaires do?)

SAFCBlog pin up – pothole pete

World Cup 1990

SAFCBlog has been round the block, but has never been to Uruguay, (or me). One of the finest World Cups in my adult lifetime was Italia 90…….

Whilst modern blogging is a haven of PC correctness nowadays, back in 1990, there were no such issues….. banter was king, lesbians just got on with it, hot chicks loved wolf whistles etc **

(** SAFCBlog appalled by stuff like this)

Anyway….. it’s June 1990, SAFCBlog is a young single man working part time at the Cockwell Inn. It’s widely accepted that the group stages are shite…. a great idea is born, There’s 6 witty, fine looking young men and there’s 6 groups?

Group D was clearly The group of death?

Cameroon, Romania, Argentina and Russia! Whilst it might be a bit better in 2019, in 1990 it was the nightmare draw?