Much has been the commotion over the last few months of the West Ham woes, were of the failings of owners, the transplant of ghosts into a shell and the dwindling fortunes of prophets…not to mention a squad of treacle tarts that were invited to the ambassador’s reception but forgot to bring the Italian chocolates with them. However, should auld acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind? Should the fear of failure mean all should fear…
Originally posted here:
If You Leave Me Now, You’ll Take Away the Biggest Slice!

