Waving Flags

And the rain came in our butcher’s shop washing the blood out of the bone trays. And we haven’t been saying much recently, just been doing three days a week at the Meat Clinic, devoting the rest of our time to the Meat Cellar in Fife, north of the border.

Thing is, SMBU’s on a firm footing due to massive investment in 2007, Tucker Chump (that’s me) has got time to put his feet on the counter and slice up the stats. We’ve got women in libraries in Iran reading, the Vladikavkaz industrial massive are eager to learn more about the inimitable Chairboys and Canada is going wild, literally. They’re dancing in the streets of Fort St John every time Ron Waller speaks.

We’ve got our knockers, mainly OAPs in Oxfordshire who say “you can’t run a Scottish butchers and one in Buckinghamshire, it can’t be done.” But they know nothing. You can keep a lamb shank cooking all the way from Fife to Brill Hill and it still falls off the bone like a clown’s fingertips on the high wire.

Can anything stop us as we steam into 2008 like a bullish bull on red bull? Well yes, people at Wycombe games are increasingly buying their snacks from vendors inside the ground like good little boys and girls. Only two years ago the Meat Clinic had 87% coverage of any sandwich eaten in a seven mile radius of the groundsman’s flat at Adams Park. That figure has fallen to 56% in the last few weeks and the outlook is bleak.

Down our way they’re calling it the credit munch crunch hunch.

So if nothing else, can we urge you to visit your local Meat Clinic before tomorrow’s game with Chesterfield and select from a range of delicious cold cuts and bone weaves. Wrap them inside a polish rye and wave them in the air every time Wycombe score. Let’s get this show back on the road.

25.01.2008. 16:47

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