The Boss speaketh unto you dear Boro’ brethren on this wonderful, marvellous Tuesday in March. It’s days like this we should be at the seaside, but them at the Football League – they have the seaside coming to us. But at Boro’, we don’t build our castles on the sand. We build them on the rocks of Roberts and of Ashton and of Bostwick. And maybe Laird.
Let’s have a looky here at fixtures for tonight. If we permit ourselves to talk of opportunity, we point observers towards the five games pencilled in for tonight. Or, specifically, just the two of them with prominence. Carlisle travel to MK Dons and we host Bournemouth. A complete card of home wins from these five and we’re back into sixth. Can you feel it? Can you? Oh, Charles up top and JMW on the left please…
The fixtures jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive
Everybody’s out on the run tonight but there’s no place left to hide
Together Boro’, we’ll live with no sadness
We’ll love you with all the madness in our souls
Someday lads, I don’t know when, we’re gonna get to that place
Where we really want to go and we’ll walk in the sun
But until then, scamps like us Boro’, we were born to run…
Team Tarot:
