The last game of a shitty/not bad/shitty/great finish season. Loserton 2 (Hylton of course) Oxford United 2 (Nelson and Ruffles) Att: 10,979 with 1033 Yellows fans. A noisy, raucus, boisterous.........................Robinson will be dancing with glee, after we finish the season undefeated. Violence will mar this game...........not trouble with the fans, but Nelson and Ruffles getting into a fight over whether Nelson should stay or go to the Chumpionship. The Oxford fans will behave impeccably and indeed, will arrive at the game with haloes on their heads. The Luton Fans will laugh and a massive rumble will ensue. KR, after a terrible season with bad referreeing decisions, will punch the ref (Mr. U. R. Smelly) for having such a stupid name. He will be sent to the stands, then get into a punch-up with one of their directors. From there, he will be sent to one of their executive boxes, where he will head-butt a waiter for not bringing him a peanut butter sandwich, which he wanted. He will then be ordered to sit on top of one of the stand roofs, where a sex-starved owl will fly down and land on his shoulder, passively watching the game, hooting like mad when Oxford score their goals. Turns out, it's an Oxford United-supporting owl who's been watching us all season. Tiger's bow-tie was just a distraction. Their scoreboard will malfunction and instead of giving a running detail of the game, an image of Donald Trump will appear, with a written message saying: "I'm coming to your shitty country soon, so get used to it!" Someone will lob a brick through the screen. A dog will run onto the pitch. Just for a laugh, someone will let their female Rottweiler loose onto the pitch as well. This sex-starved love machine will chase the other dog all round the pitch, until she comes across Eastwood. She will make a passionate lunge for Easty, but accidently bite his middle finger. Easty, being the hunk that he is, will shrug this off and continue to make world-class, ex David De Gea saves, one after the other. The sex-starved Rottweiler will be taken away by Green Party activists. It will be shot. Nelson, after fighting Ruffles and scoring in his last ever game for the U's, will rupture his scrotum after scratching it too hard. He will have to have a testicle removed. This operation will be performed at the JR hospital. When he wakes up after the operation, he will see KR standing over him, wearing a surgeon's outfit, with a horrible grin on his face. "That'll teach you for not signing on for another season!" Snarls KR. Nelson will then realise that this has been a terrible dream, and decide to sign up for another three seasons, because he doesn't want to lose his testicles. Job done. The atmosphere in their directors' box will be so intense, that it will collapse; such is the antiquity of the place. Hall will come on as sub, and play a blinder. Whyte and Sykes will play so good, scouts from Man Utd will reccommend them to Ole Ole Ockenshawe. He will offer ten million for both of them, but a bold, and somewhat mis-guided KR will turn them down. Laura Brannagan and Dicky Head will play their usual brilliant selves. Sam Long and tall of it and (Mick) Browne will be outstanding. Sinclair C5 ans smack you in the Mackie will continue to shine up front. Henry will hoover up their defence all afternoon, proving how important he is to us. Ruffles' hair will be untidy, but his passes won't. 'Alf' Garbutt will say: "You Scouse git, I want to stay here next season!" to KR. He will sign him on for a ten year deal. Baptiste will say, because of his annoying injuries, he's going to give up the game and become a Baptist. KR will tell him he's just being silly and to stay with us, because he's too good for god. He'll stay. First game next season, he'll get bloody injured again, after catching his finger in a mouse-trap. Jordan (Billy) Graham hasn't got a prayer of a chance of staying with us. He'll be transferred to Man. Utd and become their top scorer. Well, that sums up another season. Some of it shite, some of it not bad.........all of it I'm going to miss for the next three boring bloody months. That just about does it for me. COYY