The President's Address

In the current climate we are getting increasingly used to being directly addressed by our leaders.  There's Boris, cutting out the blather for once and giving it to us straight and explaining to the ignorant of our country what the word isolation, and the distance of 2-metres actually mean.  President Trump, looking more and more like someone who should be assembling particularly poor balloon animals has chosen his public addresses to use the outbreak as a future trade-bargaining chip with China, and sulkily arguing with reporters for asking.....questions (!)

The President of KTFC has also chosen this time to also address his people.  Even though I have had personal issues with President Samuels and his smirking indifference, laughing in my face and sometimes downright untruths when it comes to my attempts to win the Klondike half-time draw, I'm going to be the bigger man and call a truce in our ongoing tussle.

Even though Ken cheerily fleeces me at every home game, he needs to be heard.  Click below to read his words and see his admittedly but also annoyingly sexy image -

Hail to the Chief

The virus has created unforeseeable circumstances where the very existence of football at this level could be under threat.  Yes, we are being asked to dig deep once again, and in the present circumstances none of us know financially where we are likely to be when we are on the other side of the virus.

But we are in just as precarious a position as we were several years ago when we stuck between extricating ourselves from Non Park, convincing the league we were still viable, AND negotiating with BPW.  Remember?  When we all pledged we'd do ANYTHING to give our club the chance of surviving?  Well, this situation is no different, and if we don't all pull together we could lose the Poppies.

Whether you are a season ticket holder, or attend most games, or go every now and then, or even if you have vowed you "Shent goo agin" until we somehow magically play at Rockingham Road again, the club needs what you can spare.  Send what you would have spent at Latimer Park for the next couple of games.  Or what you'd have spent down the pub this Friday.  Or what you'd have spent on personal grooming products - no-one is going to see your ugly bastard face for a while anyway!

It could be the difference between footballing life and death for our club.

All PATGOD asks is that, at least for the time being, none of our readers holds President Samuels personal enmity against my ever winning the Klondike as a reason (however justifiable) not to respond to his appeal and try to keep the Poppies going long enough for us to moan about them again in the future.