Week 17

Moanchester Disunited has finally joined the OFFL under a cloud of miserablism and whingevity. We welcome you Mr Blundell. Albeit cautiously. [I used to know someone called Albert Cautiously - Chairman]. Going for the cup only this year will help Mr Blundell limit the number of things he will doubtlessly have to grumble about. Though one does suspect that with just the cup to play for and with his team's imminent exit from it, it might just all come out in one big black blob of blubbersome bile. So we'll wait and see on that one.

O!Score's manager, Oscar Bradley, is [by quite some way] the Chairman's favourite Bradley in the league so far. Commentators put this presidential preference down to being purely based on the grounds that Oscar's the only Bradley that can't yet talk. Oscar celebrates this fact by clinching the Manager of the Week certificate after scoring a massive 26 points.

Highest climber this week is Rafa Russ's Livercoolio who leap up a massive seven places in the league to stand at Eighteenth.

And nobody look at Mark Faulkner's Al-Quaida who just fell over, in a drunken lurch, seven places downwards. Twenty-eighth.

Oooh, that's going to hurt in the morning.