The Man In The Stands Having fully recovered from a pen injury, The Man is rubbing his hands at so much good feeling around.There was a lot of rubbish written about the 'entertainment' at Carra Rud earlier in the season - no one seemed to care that most of those goals were scored AGAINST us.

The Man In The Stands

Having fully recovered from a pen injury, The Man is rubbing his hands at so much good feeling around.

There was a lot of rubbish written about the 'entertainment' at Carra Rud earlier in the season - no one seemed to care that most of those goals were scored AGAINST us.

No, now is the real entertainment.

Obviously League One is still woeful - Charlton are the only side we've played who have looked any cop, and Phil Parkinson is so far up his own a*** he probably knows it.

Even after everything that's happened since August, we have enough to crush most sides in this division. And that means it has to be promotion this season.

No qualms over Lambo playing it down - that's what he's supposed to do - but god it feels good to have a manager who can manage his players AND have some sort of tactical nous.

Worthy was the last manager we had who seemed to display any of that - and it was mainly get deeper and deeper until either the final whistle went, or we conceded.

Lambo has been brilliant in a lot of ways since he came here, but most impressive is what he has done with his players.

The guy is no Glenn Roedent. If Wes or Doc were out of GR's plans, they were never coming back.

Injuries and form have played a part, but Lambo's personal feelings are not more important than the team's.

If he needs them, they come in.

If they play well, they stay.

That's more than fair enough.

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The Man can barely hide his smile at the impending meltdown soon to hit Ips***.

The public abuse from Roy Keane has already started, trying to kill mere mortals with his infamous death stare.

Here's hoping he won't now walk away out of sheer stubbornness, and simply takes them down to football's nether regions instead.

And for the record Roy, continually conceding last minute goals has never been unlucky - it just means your team's rubbish.

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Having gone to the trouble of predicting when we'd hit positive goal difference after Ewe-gate, who'd have thought the sweepstake would have ended so soon.

The Man was banking on at least two seasons of fun off that back of that - then the lads go and find nine goals and wipe it out in a flash.

Mind you, in blind optimistic fashion, it might be time to run another…

The Championship, August 10 - I'll have a tenner on that.

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I returned from my own fitness concerns to see we're so cash strapped, we're selling off our pitch.

You too can own your own square of the hallowed Carra Rud turf - presumably so you can water it, among other fun things.

Clearly it's a money making…erm…scheme run by some third party, who I'm sure are more likely to make anything out of it than us. Just think Greatest Ever.

And am I the only one a little worried that once all these pitch squares are sold, we'll be left to play Carlisle on May 8 on red dust?

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The last word has to go to the Horse.

A few of us down the pub are only too aware he's a sh*t Iwan Roberts - but, we're effectively in Division Three, so we're a sh*t Norwich City.

Holt has been immense, doing the team's donkey work as well as showing class on and off the pitch.

The goals help too. To think, Leroy Lita's seven were as good as it got last season.

No, if there's one thank you to be handed to Gunny, it's for the Horse.