We had a kid in my high school English class, and he always had his hand up. And I mean always.
Whatever the book, whatever the topic, whatever the tangent, Larry - that was his name - had to get
his oar in.
So every time Mr. Raymond - that was the teacher's name - saw Larry with his hand up yet again,
he'd look around for someone else.
Morning all,
yesterday's piece got quite a reaction. I'm glad the majority of you took it in the spirit that
it was meant. A deadly serious, well thought out strategy for the future of this football club.
Those of you who thought I was taking the ever-loving piss? Well, you'll suffer for your lack of
foresight and vision in the future, oh yes.
