Updated table after yesterday. Thanks to Barnsley only drawing, the winning score was only 3 points again, achieved by the following: 1933, Morty, saddla, me, matt_saddlesore, Exile, Michal and Bluejay - well done everyone!
I hope people still view me as the flaxen haired hero of Corinthian values, heroically battling against fearful odds and achieving something of meaningful worth by use of guile and skill.
Rather than an opportunistic, vainglorious, psychologically deformed and annoying hobgoblin, cravenly crafting a series of over-fortunate quirks of happenstance into a meaningless and hollow pottery turd.
updated table after the weekend. Some unexpected results lead to a low scoring week but the winner was matt_saddlesore with 3 points - well done!
Extends his lead at the top and with 5 weeks left, it will take some going, along with some more crazy results, for anyone to catch him. But, as they say, it isnāt over till the fat lady sings!
Only because I have finally taken Donnington off the table as they havenāt predicted for the last 15 weeks or something! Still got weeks ahead of you to move up some places!
I have to admire the fighting spirit, but NINE points ahead? Itās over.
A product of an incandescent sense of injustice over Christmas, an unflagging determination to succeed, huge slices of luck, Sunderland winning 2-1 a lot, Portsmouth coming good, more luck, predicting first contributing to 7 of a 9 point advantage, āfeelingā the league, late, late goals etc
I deserve some credit for toning it down a lot - the first seventeen iterations could have been seen as pompous and arrogant, things not in my character at all.
Anyway, Iām the bobbing turd in the barrel of apples. Iām fully aware of my flaws, but also of my excellence.
As the emphatic procession towards total victory continues unabated and unrestrained, the remnants of shattered squadrons fleeing before him in terror, the ultimate warrior now finds himself a colossal TEN points ahead and poised on the cusp of piercing the 100 point threshold. A defiant act of shock and awe.
The road to liberation progresses on a pavement of skulls, your returning regent a delicate mix of compassion, humility, respect and maturity. Observe: