Welcome, if you’ve managed to get this far. We’re having one or two server problems, you see. Hence why this page may’ve taken longer to load than an episode of Casualty. On a lighter note, I did find a Dairylea Dunker in the fridge last night, so it swings in round-a-bouts.
Watford dans la Cup, then. It’s quite a task these days to see the phrase cup magic written down and not mentally inscribe your own inverted commas; such has the stock fallen for the F.A’s premier knock-out competition in recent years. With the big club’s waning interest until the later rounds (seeing it instead as another breeding ground for those wet behind the ears or splintered about the buttock) coupled with the additional ‘prize’ of Europa ...