Come on, Bernard, you should be used to it by now! Stanley have been the butt of third rate comedians' jokes since I were a lad. Now, as the smallest club in the league with the smallest gates, we're used as a handy metaphor for the poverty-stricken side of football. I take a sort of peverse pride in it now. I hope that our basic facilities make Sven and his team feel thoroughly unsettled when they come up here and I hope that's reflected in their play...and if the delightful Nancy comes along she's welcome to a light ale in the Oaklea with myself, Cashy, Yonmon and Alfred E. We might even push the boat out and treat her to a bag of prawn cocktail flavoured crisps.
