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It's not going to happen. City will not come up with sufficient coin.
Sadly Barry has confirmed the bad news regarding the lad from West Brom. Can Jonny Ayre still put a pair of boots on for us.
Until it is confirmed by Barry then I will keep an open mind.
Doomed.
Greaves has been anonymous so far. May as well play the invisible man.
Blimey Rerver. You must have been a randy young tup in those days.
It's all starting to look more positive on the new transfer front. Fingers crossed for a happy ending.
We may have the same snout.
Early days yet but not a complete no hoper. Toast is the daddy now for tit bits.
We need a bit more creativity in midfield. Someone to spray it about a bit more.
Pearls of wisdom from Anal Frank Fingers. The mind boggles.
Only of the bowel nature. It's gone very quiet on the transfer front old boy. I think Mr Toast has better connections at the moment.
A spirited performance in South of France with the players showing plenty of spunk. Things are looking up.
I can see a demoralised team at full time and the scale of the squad laid bare for all to see.
The only scoops Baz knows are the ice creams at Cleethorpes.
There will be no new signings unveiled prior to today's friendly. Message ends. Big Vern.
Rervers starting to splutter. I can see them being taken to the cleaners next week against the wire.
Rerver marauding around the Orchard Estate 50 years ago. Lock up your daughters.
Blimey Rerver. Your mob are playing London again. It must be the third time this season. Talk about being handed six points on a plate.
