No sooner have all our extremities thawed and the feeling in our feet returned than we are back on the terraces for the visit of Hanwell. Nope, us neither. Not least as we've not met them yet this season, a change to the past two games return matches against Kidlington and Petersfield.
Sitting slap bang in the middle the table they are no mugs, which, incidentally, is also the case with the tea facilities at Cherrywood. Polystyrene cups can crumble under pressure, so here's hoping that will be the case when they have Femi "Dom" Orenuga penetrating their fragile defences.
A comprehensive 2-0 win against whipping boys Petersfield may have looked away from Cherrywood like a smaller margin of victory than anticipated but arctic conditions and a pitch harder than Reggie's noggin didn't help either side to play a crowd friendly brand of football but after a disappointing trip to the bumhole of Britain that stank the place out as two minutes of madness gave us a mountain to climb that not even The Hoffen couldn't help us scale, any win was vital.
Goals from Perry and Reggie from close range were as welcome as Nigel Farage canceling his flight home and staying in Trump towers forever as Donald's personal arse hamster.
The Slayer certainly earnt his post match hot coffee in a hot coffee cup, grinding out a latte great point blank saves that on a different night could've Costa two points, particularly the finger tips he got to an expresso shot that diverted it onto the bar-ista.
On what was quite frankly a fucking freezing night, Reggie brought down a group of his Army chums who made the kind of racket that only members of the armed forces can make. A bloody marvellous din. He rewarded them with a finish akin to Zac Goldsmith's career in politics.
And so to Saturday. With Chrimbo breathing down our necks, the club are making attempts to keep the fathers and children from the shopping malls and in the PRE by ensuring the seats are choc-a-block with free Cadbury Advent Calenders. This is only available to the under 16's unless you're particularly small or steal one from a child whilst their parent is at the bar.
There doesn't appear to be any further injury problems, besides the long term crocked Gillette. But that could change come kick off time. Who knows who'll come down with a lurgy or have the shits this time. Tiny Dancer will be happy with the 3pm kick off as he suffered with a tooth-hurty kick off in midweek
Who knows where Spencer will decide Pammy or Reggie will start, but bets are off for where the rest of them will line up. It'll probably look something like this:
1/ The Slayer
2/ Tiny Dancer
3/ Hands
4/ Pammy
5/ Reggie
6/ Fogle
7/ The Salmon
8/ Churchill
9/ The Hoffen
10/ The Fire Engine
11/ Clintons
There's a chance Mischa may come in for Churchill as he replaced him at the break on Tuesday, but it looks likely Dom will have to wait on the bench before the seal is broken on him this weekend and he gets slipped into the action.
As usual, in relation to the opposition, who gives a tuppenny fuck.
The Boro Walk prediction: 4-2 Boro
COME ON YOU YELLOWS.
****STOP PRESS****
CURO RETURNS FOR AT LEAST ONE GAME!!! HE BLOODY LOVES IT AT THE BORO!!!!!
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