Well, it’s an improvement, isn’t it? We’re over halfway through the month, and we haven’t conceded a League goal or lost a game in October. That’s good, innit? Sigh. It’s incredibly depressing to acknowledge, but after the shitshow that was September, drawing 0-0 at home to Accrington Stanley, in one of the worst games of football that any of us have been lucky enough to watch, was, in fact, an improvement. That’s how low the bar had been set. After a week of enthusiastically supporting the...

September was not just shit. September was M&S shit. September was Campbell's Condensed Cream of Shit soup, served with shit croutons and a buttered crusty turd, washed down with a nice cold glass of shit. Thank fuck it's over. Given how bone-chillingly awful the performance at Rochdale was, it was maybe understandable that there were four changes to the starting XI v Salford. Kavanagh returning was a welcome change; I'm not sure that starting Temple was in anyone's interests, least of all...

Abandon ship. Proceed to muster station. Prepare the lifeboats. HMS Piss The League is on fucking fire. I’m not judging you if you were queueing at the Regal Moon at 8:50am last Saturday waiting for them to start serving booze. Not for me, though, Clive. I don’t know how you manage to keep it down at that hour in the morning. Having been inexplicably dropped from the starting line-up for the Tranmere game after getting 3 goals and 3 assists in the opening 4 games, Kavanagh was a bit crap v...