Ah -Rochdale, the equivalent of Lahore-on-Irwell. And given who Bradford have drawn at home,
Our Father who art in Bradford,
Patel Sundayland be thy name,
Thy curry come,
Thy stinging bum,
On earth as it is in Rochdale,
Give us this day our daily Blackburned naan,
And forgive us our Mancunian smell,
And help those that hold our smell against us,
For thine is the prayer mat,
Tony's Nissan Almera,
For ever and ever,
Four result versions,
Tablo has a bet on the Northern Virgins
Anyone remember the guy years ago who used to read the football scores on the wireless? You always knew the result from his intonation. Once he had given the home team score, the way he intoned the name of the away team told you immediately whether it was a home win, away win or draw, even before he announced the result.