The quoted post is getting on for almost three years old now but the sentiment remains the same and after some changes in my working schedule and family life, the possibility of achieving what I hoped to achieve below would be massive. It would enable me to do what I love and secure a future of barnstorming Comms and bring much more extra content. Full transparency - the current number of subs puts me at around two thirds of the way to the target that I have set, which would make the below a genuine possibility. The Comms have been completely free for over five years now (can you believe that it's been that long?) ... And they will continue to be free - as long as this app doesn't completely die. However, If you feel the hours and hours that's put in to the videos is worthy of a few quid a month and would like access to the entire Comms backlog, extra content, season reviews, fester specials, discord chats and merch discounts - and you are in a position to support, signing up via the below link would mean the world to me. Second half of next season .......

Consider it done.

The Stretford End sings Carrick's name as he's on the verge of tears. Broken. The writing is on the wall. Rinse and repeat yet again. Until those leeches at the top and the incompetent people making the football decisions leave this football club, nothing will ever change.

Nail in the coffin.

Please just make it stop. Please.

Fair play to Carrick. Shown some bollocks to drop the captain. Should we lose, you can't use Bruno not playing as a stick to beat him with. Dropping him is 100% the right call.

Same again today please.

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Can't wait for Sunday.

I've got two spare tickets to see the Streets next month at Mayfield Depot. 5th November. FV. If you want them, drop me a DM

Recency bias perhaps, but this is the worst it's ever felt.

Fabregas is making Carrick look like Humpty Dumpty here.

This is low. So so low.

It's remarkable how utterly useless we are on the ball. The slightest bit of pressure from the opposition and we simply give it away. Time and time again. Dreadful.

De Ligt.

Up the do you remember what a 6pm Comms drop feels like because I certainly don't but maybe tomorrow is the day we get to enjoy one again and maybe just maybe the Comms will return because all that stands in our way is a team called Como and Como Comms has a lovely ring to it so here's hoping that we can somehow get our third win of the season tonight and stop the winless rot as Big Michael leads out his shit out of luck and shit out of form and shit out of absolutely everything positive lot out in to the Italian rain to take on Fabregas who Anderson shits on by the way Manchester Matchday Reds.

And the worst post of the year goes to:

There must have been bad traffic again.