Dry Powder Pod

We’ve gone an’ hired ourselves a new gaffer, ain’t we! The lads are all round the mics havin’ a proper chinwag about it!

Right, listen up... we bleedin’ recorded this before the coach news, didn’t we? Typical. Ah well, here’s a little playoff rundown for now, and we’ll gab about the new Revs gaffer next week. Lovely jubbly. Enjoy, yeah?

We ain't in the bleedin’ playoffs, are we? Guess we gotta chinwag about the other lot then, innit? Even so... Blimey, it’s good to be back!!

Dor might actually be a proper bleeding diamond in the rough, eh? Time fer all the early chinwag reactions, an’ don’t forget keepin’ a bit o’ dry powder in the back pocket!

Oi oi, tha lads are mathematically eliminated, innit? That means school’s out early and it's time for report cards. Honest, the Krafts oughta hire us to run the bleedin’ team (don't worry, we’d split the wages three ways)

OI OI! EMERGENCY EPISODE! CALEB PORTER’S BEEN GIVEN THE BOOT! THE LADS ‘AV A CHAT ABOUT IT!

Lost again, playoffs are proper dead now. And the pod’s a mess—one man down, can’t be arsed to edit all this. Just grim all ‘round, innit?

Shambles out there, innit? Proper gutted, we are. Battled our bollocks off at home, gave it everything, but still came up short. And now the season’s done—no playoffs, no glory, just another year of fackin' what-ifs.

We don’t much bother wiv them press conferences, but we do luv a win on the road, we do. Is a bit of hope back on the bleedin’ menu, lads?

Nuvver week, ’nuvver loss on home turf. Might be our daftest episode yet, this one. Stick round till the end if ya fancy hearin’ the lads belt out some cheeky original tunes. This mailbag was well off the bleedin’ chain, it was.