Week 17: It ain't over till the Fat Mally sings

Ray's exit: twice the beginning of Chelsea's demise?

As soon as Neil McConaghy mysteriously sacked his bald Second-In-Command, Ray Willikins, things started to go a bit wrong, culminating this week in the dainty Fat Malcademicals chubbily nudging the near-motionless Mingmongs off the top of the mountain by mopping up one more morsel of a point than he did this week.

Other than that, like a bunged up constipatory boiled egg unmovably rammed between the rigid wallet folds of a Scottish accountant, there's been very little movement in the league.  In fact the biggest movers are Guy Harewood [down 2 to fifth - glad to see those transfers making the difference] and Mike Smears [up 2 to eighth - the tortoise approach to Mr Hare(wood)'s sprained-ankle-while-sprinting approach, very wise].

And no, Mr Smears, you're not getting any more money - at least you have a pension.

And look at the bottom of the table...  that Rachel Jones; has she 'Double' bluffingly lulled Ms Colquhoun-Pronounced-Ka'hoon into a false or true sense of security?

Discuss.

Tis enough to make you go completely Mintal.

Manager of the Week is birthday boy [last week] Alex Blundell for his Moanchester Utd.  The Winchester Whiner scored 14 points this week.  Ah, bless him.