Go Foyth & Multiply crowned 20/21 Champions

And so another season draws to a close, or rather, the second of two seasons played back to back finally draws to a close. Apart from the Euros of course which start in just 7 days, and then next season, and then the World C… oh for gods sake, can we just have a break from the bloody football now? Even I’m starting to go off it.

But if the poor old Pros have to keep playing on and on, with barely time for a 3 week stay in Dubai, so must we Fantasy Managers… and so thoughts turn to the results of the 20/21 Fray Bentos Season. And who is sitting top of the pile? Why it’s only Pats Alcantara and his team Go Foyth & Multiply! In what I think is only Pats 4th season of playing Fantasy Football, possibly third, it’s a superb achievement from the boy Alcantara.

So how did he do it? Let’s take a look…

Early doors, Pats built his team around the talented, handsome and surprisingly petulant Son Heung-Min and horse faced predator Harry Kane. Safe to say that in Pat’s first ever team – Pat’s Nice Boys – who were picked entirely on their looks, only one of those players was getting picked. Alongside the Spurs duo were Liverpool’s Van Dijk and Nice Boys alumni Kevin De Bruyne and a sprinkling of lower priced players.

Fair to say that success was not immediate for the Go Foyth & Multiply boys. So so returns for the first few weeks, not helped by Captains scores of 4, 4, 4 & 4 in Gameweeks 1-4.

At this point in the season we can only assume there were crisis talks in the Manchester suburbs, because in GW5, GF&M came out swinging, playing an early wildcard and… make actually not that many changes. Son, Kane and Kevin survived the cull, but the supporting cast got revamped, with Grealish and Martinez of Villa standing out among the newcomers. VVD at this point was crocked and would take no further part in the seasons victory.

In GW9, Pats could ignore the clammering no longer, and Fernandes of United would join the team, replacing the almost literally pointless Raheem Sterling. A scattering of Leeds players were also making their way into the GF&M line up around this time.

Time passed, points were scored, De Bruyne got injured, etc etc and GF&M were doing pretty well. But things got even better in GW19 when Pats got his highest score of the season, a whopping 127 points! The naysayers will scoff and say things like ‘yeah, well he played his Bench Boost so it was technically a chip-assisted 100+ score and as such is less…‘ to which I reply ‘OH SHUT YOU RIDICULOUS NERDS!‘ And anyway, although the Bench Boost contributed a very useful 19 points, it would still have been a 100+ score without it. So there.

Sharp Dressed Man, Patrick A!

Solid if unspectacular scores followed, and life was calm in the Pats household, the peace only disturbed by the sobbing of fellow manager Matt O’Reilly whose Draxler United were clearly heading for the wooden spoon in the Inter Household Mini League. The second wildcard was played in GW29 and saw Kane back in fold soon joined by perennial favourite Son.

GW35 saw the second 100+ score of the season for the GF&M boys, thanks in large part to 38 pts from Captain Fernandes and an easy victory was assur…

But wait! Last minute drama!! Although at this point, Pats was in top spot and seemingly cruising to victory, who is this in second place suddenly making a last dash for the line? Why it’s only Sam Raymond, winner of the 19/20 League! For on the same week that GF&M were racking up 110 points, Chicken Caesar Salah scored a huge 153 points, with the same Captain scoring 57 points, thanks to a superbly placed Triple Captain chip.

At this point a lesser manager, such as Matt O’Reilly, would have choked, but not Pats, for the Alcantara boys, and girls, and uncles, and nephews, and cousins, are made of sterner stuff. But Pats simply carried on camping, and closed out the season with some solid scores that Raymond was able to match, but not surpass.

So ends our season recap. Honourable shoutouts to all the top 10, with Daniel SS, Mr Donkin and Matt Hope cementing their standings as regular members of the Big Six. John Chapman (‘the Schmo’), Exon-Taylor, Gary Baker and Gautlett fillled out the Europa league places, four players with years of experience behind them who will be hoping to make a tilt at the title next season. Special mention to Erik Lambert who, as much to his surprise as anyone else’s, secured a top 5 finish that, according to various toilet walls I’ve seen, must have something to do with doping and/or manila envelopes stuffed with cash being handed to referees at service stations.

I leave you with the seasons Top Ten below. Thanks to everyone for playing, hope to see you all back next season.

Who’s Sarri now? Not Sam Raymond…

And so another season comes to an end, or rather it did over a week ago. And congratulations to Manchester City, everyone’s favourite underdogs, who retained the title despite the close attentions of Jurgen and the boys.

But more to the point, congratulations to Sam Raymond and Sarri not Sarri who has won the increasingly congested Fray Bentos league. With a field just one short of 50 players, Sam won by just two points in the end from old Gruntfuttock himself, Nick Gauntlett.

Taking bronze were the Tankerton Gills, led by Paul Hope who not only picked up a medal but scooped up the bragging rights over Christmas Dinner with his son Matt of Don’t Watch that FC finishing 10th. Still a commendable finish Matt in a league of this quality.

Warnock Wonders finished 4th for Steve Morgan, considerably better than Warnock himself managed in real life sadly, and Steve must be in consideration for the Cardiff gig should it come loose from the scrum. Debutant Aaran Scott  and Scottys Scalpers finished 5th ahead of Fantasy Pro Gary Bakerville and Fray Bentosian veteran Kirt Hunte’s Soca Warriors.

A disappointing climax saw Jon Exon-Valdeez’s The Midwives finish in 8th after leading for much of the season. Can there be a disappointing climax? I’m with Woody Allen in Manhattan, ‘I’ve never had the wrong kind, ever. My worst one was right on the money.’

Rounding out the top ten was Keith Lambert’s The Lamb in 9th, a disappointing season by his lofty standards, and the aforementioned Matt Hope in 10th.

Agonisingly close but no cigar in 11th, 12th and 13th were my step-bruv Bench Warmers FC, my dad AC Persiceto and me. No excuses, not good enough.

To pick out a few more names, congrats to Heisenberg led by Philip Alcantara for winning the inaugural Alcantara-inter-Fray-Bentos-MiniLeague. And to LUCABURGERBUM for winning the under 12s Age category. Apologies if anyone unknown to me who finished between 1st and 26th is also actually under 12. Finishing just behind LUCABURGERBUM – which is an unfortunately place to be – was top finishing woman Sue O’Reilly and Sue’s Saints who, despite being in her debut season, finished over 30 points clear of her no good son Matt OReilly and his Draxler Utd. There’s always Fantasy Rugby League Matt.

I don’t usually like to mention the wooden spoon positions, but kudos this year to Ricko and Donovan who – unless I am much mistaken – have made it a Lambert family 1-2 at the bottom of the table this year.

That’s enough from me. Well done again to Sam Raymond, whoever you are. If anyone reading this knows Sam please let him know about the blog and it would be great to get a comment from him below giving us the secret of his success, his age and the name of the Fray Bentosian who invited him along…

As for the other 48 of you…. there’s always next season.

Deadline for Fray Bentos: August 10th

Paul here, blogging on my Dad’s account cos I can’t remember my login details. Why haven’t we just sorted out retinal scanning for all our online and offline activity yet?

Anyway, just a week to go until the Premier League kicks off and, like Jose Mourinho, I’m annoyed with my team selection and not really in the mood.

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Fray Bentos winner Gary Chapman celebrates many years ahead of the actual event with – I think – Max. Max is 8 years old today and has entered Fray Bentos for the first time.

But that’s not the spirit. So ignore me. In the meantime there are already 29 hardy souls lined up in Fray Bentos which is great. However, got to say, there are more dicks in Fray Bentos at the moment than a Donald Trump convention. Wall to wall sausage. Where da women at?  How many Matt’s? 3. How many John’s? 3. How many Y chromosones? Nada. So, if there is a woman in your life who wants to join in, please invite her…

The code you will need to join the league is 225934-45759. Thanks to league admin Nick Gauntlett for that.

Not much else to add. I may be wrong but I’ve not spotted any rules changes this year. If that’s incorrect please let me know in the comments below.

Salah. 13m! Blimey.

I have literally nothing else to add. Goodbye.

WC2018: Football stayed out after all, while Colin takes trophy home

So football didn’t come home after all, it’s gone to France. But it wasn’t far from home, and it’s promised to write. And we’ll always have that summer…

After the semi final anguish for (both) my brave boys – the silken skills of Belgium, the youthful half-promise of England – it was les Bleus against whatever it is Croatia call themselves. Croatia-ic probably.

In what no less a journalist than Piers Morgan called ‘the greatest World Cup final of all time’, France eventually ran out 4-2 winners. I’d say their win was somewhat fortuitous – a slightly unnecessary own goal, a VAR penalty that was greyer than John Major’s underpants and a third it took Pogba two chances to score. But Mbappe’s 4th was sumptuous and no less than he deserved for lighting up the tournament.

Belgian played England again, for the 3rd/4th playoff. And won, probably.

Harry Kane walked away with the Golden Boot which some commentators are calling possibly the worst Golden Boot win in World Cup history. But I can’t think of another player who was robbed particularly and sod it they all count, so let’s congratulate our equine striker on his win.

Talking of winners, who won our competition? Well, as predicted, in the end 10-4Everton, managed by Charlton’s own Colin Fford-Divers (yes that IS his real name) pipped John Chapman’s Belgofoot and Tom Ashman’s Le Petit Thomas to the post. After the semi-final stage Colin was 9 points ahead of John and Tom who were tied for 2nd. JC needed France to win big and indeed they did, but not quite big enough and in the end Colin edged the win by 4 points from the man my kids call Nonno and a further 9 points ahead of the man my kids call Uncle Plum Plum. I don’t ask why.

Elsewhere Kate’s N.N.K secured a top ten finish representing the women. Mr E won the inaugural African Nations Division. Max Chapman won the Kids Trophy, narrowly beating Becky and in the Nice Boys Cup the honours went to Matt’s Toni Kroosing with Jane McDonald meaning Pats’ Mrs De Bruynes Boys had to be content with Best Team Name.

That’s your lot for another four years. I hope you’ve enjoyed the competition. Final updated scores here.

Liberté, Égalité, Mbappé…

 

WC2018 It’s two stops from home…

Bugger me, England are through to the semis. And not only that but through with a routine win, rarely looking troubled. Say what you like about a pedestrian at best Sweden side but they’d made it to the Quarters and were no mugs. But they had no joy against a back three of Kyle, Harry and John, and when they occasionally sneaked past them there was wee Jordan leaping around like a pocket ninja. No pens, so Kane didn’t score (petty – Ed) but good all round play from the forwards and it’s just a shame that Sterling didn’t get the goal that (a) he deserved and (b) would have royally pissed off Piers Morgan.

Elsewhere, the Diables Rouge swept aside 1970s tribute act Brazil, breaking narry (sp?) a sweat. Martinez continues to enhance his CV via the tactical masterstroke of playing Kevin DB out of position until they were about to get beat by Japan and then chucking on Fellaini out of desperation, thus inventing the side he should have started with. Give that man the Spain job!

Who else. Oh yes, Croatia eventually beat a spirited Russia side which, given the event in Salisbury this week, made a football match that could have sparked World War 3 less likely. But on the downside, England now face Modric and Rakitic. So pros and cons. Nice Rakitic profile here btw, liked the choosing which national team to play for story.

And lastly, but firstly, France beat Uruguay in a game so long ago I can’t remember what happened, but vaguely remember a Karius style howler from the Uruguay keeper. Uruguay already weakened by a lack of Cavani, who had a prior agreement to do a Mills and Boon book cover shoot that day.

Get your updated rankings here !

And what does this all mean for our competition? Well, you’ll have to forgive my lack of Matt O’Reilly/Pats Alcantara style forensic data analysis, but here goes…

Pickford making friends wherever he goes…

By my reckoning only the top 3 can win. And there are, from top to bottom, Le Petit Thomas (Tom), 10-4Everton (Colin) and Belgofoot (John). And despite being top at the moment, I reckon (drumroll) Tom can’t win. This is because although the top three all have all 4 semi finalists, and both Tom and Colin have France and Belgium in 3rd and 4th respectively, Colin has both England and Croatia one selection higher than Tom, and no matter how low a multiplier those two teams get, it will still be enough for Colins higher haul from those two teams to overhaul the existing 2 point gap. But I may be wrong.

There’s a joker in the pack called Belgofoot of course. Belgofoot’s one advantage is having France higher than Colin (or Tom), but Colin has the other three teams higher than John. So Belgofoot can win, but only if France go ‘le banane’ in both the semi and the final, and Croatia and England (and Belgium) do as little as possible.

So I’m calling 104Everton for the win. But maths aint my strong suit (Reminder to self: find a strong suit).

That’s it, time is pressing so I ain’t spellchecking this mother, you lot can do that for me.

Final honourable mention for Lexie D, still hanging in the top 10 and flying the flag for ‘Not Old White Men’ everywhere. Go Lex!

Oh yes! And one more thing. Did you spot that Pats Alcantara (with some minor assistance from Matt O’Reilly) called EVERY quarter final correctly in the last post? Did you? Cos he did. Pretty impressive too. Will he call the semis in the comments below? Almost certainly…

Ross Kemp and a Steller’s Sea Eagle – It’s QF Time!

After a spell on the subs bench, Fray Bentos favourite and footballing savant Pats Alcantara is back with this week’s round up. The competition has not been kind to Pats’ side, Mrs de Bruyne’s Boys, who currently sit second from bottom. We should all be thankful, therefore, that he has agreed exclusively to share his footballing insights here. Or, as ever, skip all that and go straight to the latest scores.

As something of a sporting newbie, I had long assumed that QF was simply an acronym of the popular C4 show, Queer as Folk. Apparently not. We have now reached the QF stage of the WC, where football becomes a serious matter to be spoken of in serious tones. In reality, it’s a difficult sport to take too seriously – Neymar’s hair is still ridiculous, Jordan Henderson’s histrionic response to a lacklustre Colombian ‘headbutt’ makes me chuckle even now and Luis Suarez’s teeth continue to repel and intrigue in equal measure. And all three are still with us for the quarter finals! In this post, I unwisely analyse the chances of the remaining teams and take a look at the perfect Fray Bentos lineup that could have bagged you 1001 points to date.

Belgium v Brazil: Up against Belgium next, I think Brazil’s time in the World Cup could be up. As well as having nicer boys (hello Kevin!), Belgium look the more solid side. They have scored more goals than every other team in the competition and have won every game outright, although did admittedly leave it late against Japan. The preparations of the Boys from Brazil, meanwhile, have been hampered as Neymar has continued to roll across the vast Russian steppe after being horrifically injured in the previous game. Reports are somewhat contradictory, but it’s believed he was spotted by bemused locals on the outskirts of Novosibirsk in the early hours of Thursday morning. Brazilian team doctor, Josef Mengele, is reportedly hoping to be able to fly him back in time to face Belgium tomorrow.

France v Uruguay: Uruguay are, remarkably, the only other team left in the quarter finals to have won every game in normal time, but proved incredibly unpopular among Fray Bentos managers with only three people including them in their lineups. 26 of you, however, opted to include France. I’m sticking with the crowd here – Antoine’s Greasy Men should be able to see off the competition with the aid of Rylan lookalike and occasional Arsenalian, Olivier Giroud.

Russia v Croatia: Quite possibly the two ugliest teams left in the competition, it’s thoughtful of FIFA to make them play one another, thereby reducing the ugly quotient in the semis. Russia have had a great run in the competition, but I predict Croatia will be too strong. While Luka Modric might look like the result of an ill-advised experiment to crossbreed Mackenzie Crook with a Steller’s sea eagle, he does have the skill to undo Russia.

Modric

England v Sweden: At least half of the Sweden team look like models you might expect to see sporting some chunky knitwear in the Grattan catalogue. Around three quarters of the England team, meanwhile, look like local scallywags you might spot with their hands thrust down their tracky bottoms harassing local pensioners outside Sports Direct. Despite the aesthetic mismatch, though, I’m predicting Kemp-style celebrations for England and a consoling trip to Ikea for the Swedes.

As an extra bonus, here’s the ideal Fray Bentos lineup to date:

WC2018 End of Group Stages: Auf Wiedersehn Pet

After the barn-storming 6-1 Panama battering style of Matt O’Reilly’s post after the first round of group games, I hadn’t the nerve, or verve, required to follow up after the second round. And I’m still not sure I do. But like the pack of wild and disgusting dogs you are, you – the non-paying public – demand updates to validate your sad, and in many cases empty, lives. So here goes…

The biggest shock of the tournament so far was a repeat of what’s happened at 3 of the last 4 World Cups, the holders going home early. This time it was Germany who crashed out early, although ‘crashing’ is perhaps too exciting a term for the manner in which they left. ‘Skulked out early’ is perhaps a better phrase. Twitter rejoiced with an endless stream of varieties on the ‘if only the Germans had a word for Schaudenfraude’ jokes. Which to be fair, remains funny.

But not so funny  if you had Kroos and the Gangs boys at the top of your selection! Which 10 of us did.  A further 11 had them in second. Three players did not have them at all – Putin’s FIFA, Lexie’s Team and N.N.K. – and yet only Lexie’s team currently sits in the top ten. Early days.

The updated scores can be found here.

At the top of our heap sits Cymru Next Year, a proud Welshman who despite having Germany in second has benefited from having Croatia in 6th (the joint highest anyone selected the free scoring East Europeans) and also having Portugal and Belgium in the top 5. In second spot is Le petit Thomas, a strapping 6″2 family member of mine who has overcome both that disability and having Germany top to be just two points off the pace.

A look at the rest of the top ten shows some old favourites; a couple of Chapmen (no, not me), two Pete Moores and a Hopey. But there’s also some much needed new blood, in the case of the aforementioned Lexie – young AND a ‘not man’, hurrah! – and… well, Colin and Micheal are relatively new.

Down at the bottom, Toni Kroosing with Jane McDonald and Mrs De Bruyne’s Boys will be hoping there are prizes for the best team names, cos it doesn’t look like they’ll be winning anything else. But currently ranking last is Muddy Men United, a team featuring a stuttering Argentina in first, a low key France in second and a ‘I’m sure they were here a minute ago’ Germany in third. Perhaps most inexplicably the Muddy Men also have Peru in sixth. What did the Muddy Men know that we didn’t? Not a lot apparently. Keep at it Erik, your time will come!

Finally, currently winning the various subplots. In the battle of the young’uns it’s Lexies team. In the battle of my family it’s le Petit Thomas, just edging Belgofoot. In the battle of my work colleagues it’s Mr E (also winning the smaller battle of Africa-ca-ca against Hekima) and in the two person battle of my immediate family it’s bloody Max and his Meridian FC! It’s easy when you only have to concentrate on the team son, wait till you’re writing the blogs!

That’s your lot from me.

WC2018 Round 1: Yes Vladimir, We’re Listening

Eyes down, look in. With 16 games, 32 teams and 34 Fray Bentos managers you could be forgiven for hoping that Brevity was my middle name. Well, it’s not (it’s James for the record), so buckle up for a not-so-whistlestop review of 1,440 minutes of regular play, an early look at the league standings and a special cut-out-and-keep section on Neymar’s hair. Alternatively, skip all that and just take a look at the standings after the first round here.

The Favourites

Most of us opted for the maximum of four favourites in our lineups, although the performance of some of them left quite a bit to be desired. Still, it’s too late to change now, so from most to least popular (and coincidentally lowest to highest scoring) here’s how your four favourite favourites got on:

  • Germany (L): The most popular favourite among Fray Bentos competitors, 30 out of 33 of you chose Germany for inclusion. On the basis of their first performance and despite the inclusion of my personal favourite (Big Julie) Draxler, it seems that Joachim’s boys might have to do it the hard way this summer. With Joachim reportedly imposing a sex ban on his players, qualifying is likely to be the only thing they’ll be doing the hard way. Their 1-0 loss to Mexico – combined with Brazil’s own draw – meant things were off to a slow start for most of us Bentonians who had chosen these two as their top pair.
  • Brazil (D): In their opening match, popular postwar Nazi hideout, Brazil, took on the Nazi gold bankers of choice, Switzerland. Coutinho’s goal was pretty spectacular, but the game is likely to be remembered for the astounding bleached-blonde spaghetti half-perm sported by Neymar. Whether it served as a distraction to his teammates or simply angered the Swiss into action, it meant that the hot Fray Bentos favourites came away with just a 1-1 draw. Many of us will be looking forward to a stronger performance from the team (and hopefully Neymar’s barnet) in their next outing against the mighty Costa Rica.

 

  • France (W): Fancied by many a pundit before the competition, Les Bleus started their competition with a less-than-spectacular 2-1 victory over that footballing powerhouse, Australia. Antoine’s Greasy Men did just about enough, though, to win their backers five points (plus multipliers), so on that basis warrant inclusion. But with Peru and Denmark on the horizon, it’s only likely to get more difficult from here on in.
  • Belgium (W): Often cast in the role of dark horses, Belgium will be setting their sights higher than a bit part in the stage adaptation of Seabiscuit. In light of their 3-0 victory over Panama it might be too early to say they have one foot in the last 16, but they lead Group G after the first round. English and Belgian eyes will now be fixed upon their meeting on 28 June.

The Middle Four

  • Spain (D): Probably the game of the round so far, St Helens’ 23-22 victory over the Leeds Rhinos was a classic. Unlike me, however, I expect most of you were watching Spain v Portugal, which was being broadcast at the same time. While sacking your coach a day before the competition begins might not be considered ideal preparation it didn’t seem to have dampened Spain’s enthusiasm for the competition and they were always going to be a popular choice for Fray Bentos managers. They are, in fact, the most popular team in the competition with 31 managers including them in their selection and they look good value for money too. Yes, they only managed a draw but they were not short on chances and have easily their most difficult game of the round out of the way. The only worry is whether 56-year-old Andrés Iniesta has the necessary staying power to see out the rest of the competition. Like a bearded primary school boy whose parents claim he really is eligible for inclusion in the U10s side, you have to wonder whether it’s really appropriate for Andrés to still be on the field. On the basis of last Friday, though, it’s fair to say he’s got a few more games in him yet.

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Andrés Iniesta (left) with dad, José Antonio (right)

  • England (W): England expects, Harry Kane delivers, Jessie Lingard faffs about. Job done, 5 points in the bag (plus multipliers), onwards and upwards. We’ll see how Panama and Belgium get on against the Tunisian wrestlers footballers.
  • Colombia (L): An easy opening round match against Japan, Colombia might have expected to walk on to match two without breaking a sweat. Unfortunately for them, on just the third minute they managed to get themselves the first red card of the World Cup. Good going Japan, but devastating for our own Colombian compatriot and his Shakira Shakira side.
  • Mexico (W): Roughly one third of Fray Bentos managers included Mexico – coincidentally the same one third of managers who were not quite as bereft as the rest of us by Germany’s shock defeat. I didn’t see the game as I was watching Sunday’s other big sporting event – London Broncos v Rochdale Hornets (68-0 if you’re interested). Unfortunately for the Mexico side, it’s their fans that have received more media attention in recent days. In an homage to host nation values, Mexico’s fans have dropped their trademark wave in favour of a spot of homophobic chanting. South Korea should give them the opportunity to broaden their horizons, however, with plenty of opportunities to add a touch of racism to their well-established homophobia.

The Outsiders

  • Serbia (W): Not really a fixture to set the pulse racing, Serbia’s 1-0 defeat of Costa Rica bagged more than half of us a handful of points. With Brazil and Switzerland up next, though, we may have milked all we can from Serbia.
  • Russia (W): Finally, the end of the beginning. Russia’s opening game was a clash of crude oil titans, but while Saudi Arabia may be in the Premier League of oil producers, their football is a little more National League. But a 5-0 defeat was just what many of us needed and sees the Novichok Republic as the unlikely top points scorers of the first round.

As for league standings, it’s probably a little too early to draw any firm conclusions, but here goes anyway. Familiar Fray Bentos name, Matthew Ashman’s Putin’s FIFA side leads at the end of the first round as one of only three entrants to score 200+. Not far behind is Pete Moore who this time around has two teams in the competition both of which are in the top 10 this week. Cheating? Certainly not! Pete has a masters degree from the FIFA School of Integrity and spent the first half of the year shadowing the Russian Elections Commission. Among the Chapmen, meanwhile, John Chapman’s Belgofoot side are leading the charge with a strong supporting run from Max’s Meridian FC who are just 10 points off a top 10 place this week. Fray B title holder, Gary Chapman, will be looking for a stronger second round from his GFC (CC) side after they end the round in 23rd. And valiantly bringing up the Chapmen rear is, you guessed it, Paul Chapman with his brilliantly named (i.e. I named them) Two’s Kompany Dries a Crowd side. Still, as I sit 33rd out of a total of 35 I’m not going to poke too much fun. On to round two…

WC2018 – Day #2

I don’t intend to do updates throughout the group stages. So let’s not get any ideas about this post, right? Right.

I’m only here to let you know that the entries have been posted, here: https://fraybentosfantasyfootball.wordpress.com/wc2018-the-entries/

So you can check out the opposition, and generally while away at least 3 minutes during the barren bleak soulless minutes, such as what I am currently enduring before Iran Morocco.

The program I’ve written to compute the scores is erratic and seems to take at least 3 go’s before it works properly, but it gets there normally. What is the phrase about dogs looking like their owners? Google it, think about it, then use it to make a joke about my computer program, I really don’t have time to do everything myself you know.

Thanks to Matt O’Reilly for his help so far with inputting the entries into a useable format, and pointing out the various people who sent in illegal entries. Special mention to newcomer Paul L who managed to send us the example form instead of his own.

Also, some of you disobeyed my explicit instructions and didn’t give me a guess for goals scored. So I put down 999. The likelihood of goals scored being needed is highly unlikely but I will allow people who forgot the weekend to email me a number, or add it in the comments below this post.

I – or perhaps workshy fop Matt O’Reilly – will be back at the end of the first round of Group Games with a table update.

That is all.

Final call: Pete Moore World Cup Compo

Afternoon campers,

A first and final reminder that entries for our World Cup Competition need to be in tomorrow before the first match kicks off.

We’ve got a fair number of entries already, with several more known to be on the way, but we’ve still got plenty of space so the more the merrier. And let your friends know if you think they’d be up for it.

The rules can be found here – https://fraybentosfantasyfootball.wordpress.com/world-cup-competition/ – as well as a link to the entry form which you can then email to me.

I feel I should add something witty here… but I’ve got nothing. Sorry. Sometimes the well dries up, what can I tell you.

 

Just tried again. Nope, still nothing. I am officially out of funny ideas and can only throw myself at your mercy and hope past memories will make you think kindly of me. I’m Peter Kay.