Picture. A summer of restlessness and solitary confinement. Inability to work, money and food shortages, private renters turfed out onto the streets for the sake of those who can afford a life without working in the general sense of the word. Fighting on the streets for the last loaf of bread and people stealing cows. Because you know; that’s what people want. But could we all just live online anyway? Do we really need to see each other that much?
With the world planning for and embracing the potential closure of its services, work, entertainment, and just general fun, it leaves many a question to what summer plans can we enjoy? With decisions yet to be made on Tokyo Olympics and other sporting, music, events of any gathering, could we have a summer with fuck all to do?
More importantly, if a mass decision for isolation is bought up (in the most extreme circumstances) will people have any money to do fuck all? Small businesses missing out on trade and losing swathes of money. Without a statutory sick pay in place for many workers in the UK their money that ordinarily be earned is going to be out the window too. The long term affects of all of this could be quite disastrous.
From a purely selfish point of view, I have to say that the world would be kicking me right in the bollocks, with Wolverhampton Wanderers and England with a chance of European glory if the worst was to happen and all events were cancelled. It kind of backs up this occasional thought I have that this world isn’t really here and it is all made up in my head, and all of you are figments of my imagination / technology that I perceive as imagination. No offence like.
Back to the point in hand though, maybe the major sporting events could be played by the digital versions of the athletes? Perhaps this could be the rise of the gamer? With big money in these things already, imagine if the only form of entertainment permitted was to be carried out in isolation. Millions of people tuning into a televised Digital European Championship final played by two 17-year-olds representing their whole nation and taking them to glory.
Would Amazon be allowed to launch their delivery drones to ship supplies to people? Or a driverless car to deliver some snacks and beers for the final. I mean the possibilities are already there for this kind of thing where we don’t need interaction with anybody. I mean I’m writing this on a train, but I could easily be writing it at home. The argument for companies needing office space and whether it is essential for people to be in the office everyday rages on with many an argument against its necessity.
Don’t get me wrong. I would most definitely miss human company. I’m pretty shit at being on my own in all fairness. I’d much rather go down the pub and sink 4 pints than stay in alone and attempt to entertain myself, but maybe I could just create Skype pubs? All paying our subscription fees to the gamers.
Of course, the biggest problem here will be the reproduction factor. Whilst of course there will always be more than enough pornography to keep peoples urges at bay for the rest of their days. I once discussed the possibility that there are probably more pornos born than humans each day in some form or other. But masturbating into a tissue/sock/plughole, whatever your preference is, isn’t going to be able keep that horny bloodline going for very long. I mean, it would take all the fun out of it, but there are probably delivery services that could get the ‘ingredients’ to where they are needed, but then are babies taken into special isolation units up on birth? This obviously needs working out, and we can leave that to people who know more on the situation than a good folk like myself.
Obviously I don’t want to be taken away from the things I love to do in the real world anytime soon, and it would be advantageous to keep everybody fit and healthy, but just in case this digital world post Coronavirus does take hold, you might want to brush up on your sports gaming skills, I’m going to focus on Football Manager, to entertain the masses whilst taking the fame and power away from those chiselled specimens who have spent every waking moment on honing their skills in the real world, seeing the ‘padiators’ overtaking the gladiators.
But let’s put this to the masses. Destruction via digital dystopia? Or online utopia?
<Insert the generic that sounds like a Black Mirror episode here.>
Let’s be honest, for most of us, things are a bit shit right now. Props to those who aren’t being dragged down by negative vibes, but for a lot of folk I talk to, the hell is real. Whilst we’re all here for each other, when that goes wrong, it usually results in a three day bender and the following days being ten times worse than the days before. Yeah, a limit on the booze intake is most definitely a good thing for old noggin, but I’m not here to preach that. Moderation and all that.
No. I’m here instead to preach the power of music. Personally, when I’ve been feeling shit whacking an album on as soon as I wake up helps up no end. Get an album done whilst shitting and showering, followed by a walk to work which fits another album in. Perfect.
I prefer to listen to albums in full generally and appreciate how the artist wanted it to come across and all that. Call me a wanker or whatever, but that’s how it is. I’m not against playlists at all, made some bloody good ones actually, but the charm of an album tops it for me.
Whilst I’ve always liked the idea of sharing an album a day, it kind of loses its magic if it’s done just for the sake of it. That’s where good friend of The Bungalow, Harry, has come in with his #AlbumsGettingMeThroughTheDay on Twitter.
The hashtag really sums up what the music is doing at these moments, and whilst it will always be best to pick your own albums, which of course you are experts in, we’ll share ours with you and yours with the world.
Together we’ll build a collection of #AlbumsGettingMeThroughTheDay for all to enjoy, as we march on towards a collective improvement in our mental health.
To kick things off, we go back to December 9th 2019 when H dropped his first instalment.
The Wedding Present – Bizarro (1989) which up on original LP release contained 10 tracks. Below are the UK remastered CD version with seven additional tracks added to the end.
Above is a YouTube playlist that you can enjoy right here (which should work forever, or until someone pulls it down).
The Bungalow DJs return to Claptrap on 7th February with their disco covering all of the best music from the past 68 years. Indie, ska, reggae, mod, northern soul, britpop, the lot. If it is worth being played, it will be.
Claptrap will be serving up plenty of craft beer refreshments and interesting cocktails.
Come along and dance the night away with The Bungalow DJs.
It is with potential sadness and heartbreak that this article from Danny Chadwick is republished on Capsule Social at such worrying times for the club. A club who have been left with their brave teenagers coming up against the men of League One sides in what could be the final weeks of Bolton Wanderers Football Club. The thought that this time in 14 days the supporters of both Bolton and Bury could be left without a club makes me sick.
Looking back specifically at Bolton Wanderers, here is Chaddy’s Lifetime XI, of all the players he’s witnessed over the years, for his beloved Trotters.
This article was originally written in September 2017.
Bolton Wanderers. A club that excited and frustrated Premier League opposition in the 90s and 00s but whose recent history has seen them slip off the pace. But that’s the great thing about football, you always have the history. Here Danny Chadwick discusses his favourite Bolton Wanderers 1-11 from his lifetime. And it sure does bring back some glorious memories, even for a non-Bolton fan.
IN THE STICKS, NUMBER 1…
JUSSI ALBERT JAASKELAINEN
Arguably the best £100,000 Bolton have ever spent. The “Big Finn” spent 15 years at the Reebok producing many fine saves along the way. Partial to a calamity error every now and again but one of the best shot stoppers in the Premiership. Heroically made two penalty saves in a game against Blackburn Rovers and an amazing double save from Paul Scholes and Andy Cole against Manchester united when Bolton won 2-1 at Old Trafford. Also won Save of the Season for his save against one of his future team mates in this list.
Originally signed on a short term loan from Marseille but made the move permanent in 2002 after impressing. Starting off with 2 yellows and a red in his first 6 games it could only get better, and it did! He was a main stay in the heart of the Bolton defence being solid as a rock and putting his heart on the line for the cause.
Spotted playing for Jamaica in the 1998 World Cup, Bolton paid Harbour View £1m to sign him the same year. Gardner spent 14 years at Bolton helping the club get promoted to the Premiership and cementing them as a Premier League club at the time. A pacey left winger who could also play left back, it would have been a scary sight to see him running at you on the pitch. Possibly his greatest moment in a Bolton shirt was scoring the opening goal against Bayern Munich in a 2-2 draw at the Allianz Arena in the Europa Cup.
One of the best things Gary Megson ever did at Bolton was to sign this man for £5m from Aston Villa. A young, athletic, centre half who could play the ball out from the back. He could also score a few goals from set pieces which is every fantasy football manager’s dream. Having impressed with Bolton in his 4 years he got called up to the England team. Chelsea then turned his head and with his contract expiring at the end of the season, he made the move to London for £7m in January 2012.
How did Bolton ever sign a legend like this? ‘He comes from Real Madrid, he didn’t cost a quid, Hierroo whooah’. Although he was only at the club for one season he showed his class. A multiple La Liga and Champions League winner with Real Madrid he knew how to win. So calm on the ball and hardly had to run anywhere as he read the game so well. Bolton was the last stop in his playing career as he retired in 2005.
Became a fan favourite after signing permanently following his yearlong loan from Real Madrid. Every other kid in Bolton had an Ivan Campo wig showing their support for the best afro/perm in recent football history. Scoring from 45 yards on the opening day of the season against Spurs he started as he meant to go on. Gary Megson did not renew his contract when it expired making him even more hated than he already was.
EL HADJII DIOUF
One of the most controversial footballers to play in the Premier League, EVER. If he wasn’t on your team you hated him but if he was you loved him, so I loved him. Much known for spitting, diving and a shocking haircut, every Bolton fan remembers him more for the performances he put in on the pitch. Could deliver a great set piece. Scored Bolton’s first ever goal in Europe with a diving header from a pin point pass from Nicky Hunt.
Nolan came through the youth team setup at Bolton and was a major success. He was my favourite player as a lad, showing heart and desire to win every ball and cover every inch of grass on the pitch, a born leader. He scored in successive seasons at Old Trafford to win Bolton the 3 points on each occasion. He will always be a Bolton legend. Thanks Nobby.
A World Cup winner with France in 1998. Signing for Bolton turned plenty of heads in a shock move to England. He brought a touch of class to the team and played alongside Okocha and Campo to make a mini dream team. He spent 3 seasons at Bolton helping them secure survival. Scored a wonderful overhead kick against Charlton at the valley to rescue a point.
JAY JAY OKOCHA
So good they named him twice. Another of Sam Allardyce’s wonder signings. Okocha arrived from PSG in 2002 lighting up the Premier League with his skills and flair. Easy on the eye to watch and a pain in the arse to get the ball off. He scored some memorable goals including Goal of the Season for Bolton against West Ham which kept Bolton in the league. Also a brace of free kicks against Aston Villa in the Carling cup Semi-Final with one of them being an absolute screamer. You know you’ve made it when you have your own skills part on Soccer AM.
‘Le Sulk’ signed for Bolton for a then club record fee of £8m. Another HUGE name to pull on the white shirt. He scored his first Bolton goals against his former club Arsenal to help in a 3-1 for the team. His time was short lived in Bolton and a year and half later, scoring 21 goals in 53 games, once again Chelsea came calling and bought him for £15m.
The questions that every football fan at some point in their life have pondered over and filled endless reams of scrap paper compiling their answers to.
“Who is the best player you’ve ever seen at <insert club>?”
“Who makes your first XI of all time?”
This Lifetime XI feature, that will be a regular focal point in the Capsule Social landscape hopefully goes to answering these questions, and sharing them with the world. For supporters of other teams to enjoy and educate themselves on, or for those of the same team to argue and dispute with the author.
Back in 2016, over a few jars post-football I put forward this idea, a project that I was putting together for a site I had set up called The Football Byline. This time the listening ears of this much versed pitch happened to be an Evertonian by the name of David Mason.
As you can guess, by the fact that you are about to delve into his work, David was keen. His meticulous/anal research and desire to the cause was admirable. However the time taken by such an approach meant that this masterpiece was left sitting in an inbox until a suitable platform once again paved way for airing the work for public enjoyment.
And that time has come now with Capsule Social adopting The Football Byline and bringing the world of engaging football content to the masses. So it is with great pleasure and without further ado, I bring to you an Everton Lifetime XI, in the words of David Mason (from 2017).
IN THE STICKS, NUMBER 1…
Selecting the suitable Neville Southall image for this article was a considerable task (ed; but ultimately useless due to copyright). Not a chore; a recommended Google Image search in fact. Would I go for A) a lean, virile moustached, trophy laden mid-80s version of the big man? Or B) the post salad days, early to mid-90s, when I had the pleasure of watching him every other week in possibly the worst era of Everton history? Temptation didn’t get the better of me, so I haven’t selected C) the retired Jake LaMotta version of Neville Southall; this would be disrespectful. Enough about his appearance already…Big Nev is probably the only true Everton legend that I’ve watched countless times.
Note, the last goalkeeper in the English top tier to be crowned Footballer of the Year. Something Peter ‘the Great Dane’ can’t boast. I went for option B.
A BACK FOUR CONSISTING OF…
Yes I’ve seen better right sided fullbacks at Everton. Saw one last week, but this isn’t simply a matter of who is the best footballer for a particular club over a specific timeframe. This, to me, is about what comes to mind when I hear the words “Everton”, “right back” and often “for f**k’s sake”. But before I further ridicule one of my selections, let’s remember he broke into the Everton first team alongside a player who went onto become England’s greatest goalscorer, so Hibbert’s impressive early career went somewhat unnoticed. Played first team football throughout Moyes’ 10 year tenure, never scored, barely assisted, but he was most definitely ours. An old-fashioned defender and a proper Evertonian.
Does this matter? A debate for another time, but there you go Tony, you’ve won probably your last start for Everton, albeit my fictional 11.
Andy Hinchcliffe will no doubt be tweeting me abuse over the next week, but it’s his contemporary that gets the coveted number 3 shirt. Statistics are naturally an amateur pundit’s best friend, so it will be no surprise that I reference Baines’ Fantasy Premier League point scoring performance over near enough a decade. Admittedly he takes pens, free-kicks, corners, but his overall play truly typified the modern-day full back… certainly defined it for Everton. And despite all of his lavish technique ‘Baino’ still finds time to strum his guitar, turn down Bayern Munich, write a music blog, turn down Man Utd, shape his hair like an Arctic Monkey (through each phase) and give hitch-hiking Evertonians a lift to the game.
Leighton, the mod, gets a start.
Started his career with Everton as a DMC, or at least made his debut in that role. It’s fair to say he had a stinker and then he moved to RB and wasn’t much better. When he finally got his preferred centre-half gig we really learned what quality he had. He’s probably the last of the ‘traditional’ skippers and he’s now finding out the hard way, being over-looked for his country after years of excellent service in a poor performing high profile team. As a final man for a last-ditch tackle there isn’t another I’d back ahead of Jags, but with the ball at his feet looking to start an attack against a rigid opponent I’d probably select most others.
Since his transfer from Sheffield United he’s been nothing less than a top pro, doing everything with class, enthusiasm and heart. Captained our best performing Premier League team for years and weighed in with a couple of important goals; the winning penalty in an FAC semi-final against Man Utd and a late equaliser at the Kop on the half volley from 30 yards (postage stamp).
NOTE: Editor believes centre backs should wear 5 and 6, the author’s wishes were that Jagielka should wear the number 4 shirt in his team.
Waggy. That was the nickname that he, Dave Watson, didn’t shy away from. What did it mean? I don’t know, but it always seems like one that didn’t fit this no-nonsense centre-half. ‘ave it etc. Dave Watson was the skipper when I first invested in an Everton season ticket. What I know of him, is that he pulled up his shorts too high and was proper slow but was one of them with a yard in his head (not literally). In today’s game I think he’d get crucified but then, in the early to mid-90s, he could hold his own as he forged a partnership with the likes of Unsworth, Ablett (R.I.P.), Craig Short etc. Waggy, there said it again, never, or at most rarely, seemed to get caught out. Maybe this was because he was always partnered by a lesser centre-half, but whatever the reason, he lifted the FA Cup in 1995 regardless. The only trophy in my adult life (well, aged 14 then). And Dave, here’s the captain’s armband to go with your number five shirt.
AND IN THE MIDFIELD…
He wasn’t always a crab you know. There was a time, in the late naughties, when he could do it all. Tricky winger, playmaker, AMC, defensive midfield, set pieces, pens… the lot. And all this with seldom a hair out of place. He came in to replace Gravesen and by the time he left for Arsenal, he had delivered so much more than his predecessor. This two-time player of the season had a subtle and sophisticated technique that we, Evertonians of a certain age, hadn’t seen before. Thankfully his best days were at Everton despite two serious injuries, the final of which I believe he never really recovered from. That injection had gone. But probably a player who consistently performed at the highest level in that Moyes team for the longest period. And I haven’t even mentioned that we had a great song for him finishing… ‘cos there’s nobody better than Mikel Arteta, the best little Spaniard we know!! [to the tune of The Entertainer] Gracias Mikel.
Legend has it Mr Kanchelskis owed a considerable gambling debt to Russian gangsters and had to secure a number of transfer signing-on fees to cover the interest. For whatever reason Joe Royle got the opportunity to sign the flying Russian didn’t concern us Toffees in the summer of 1995. He completed only one full season at Goodison Park but in that time managed to squeeze 16 into the onion bag even with a dislocated shoulder keeping him out for the first months. Then the boys from The Wire (series 2) came knocking and he was off to Fiorentina for a sizeable transfer fee and no doubt signing-on fee. Best individual single season performance I think I’ve witnessed. Andrei goes straight in and thank you again for your Anfield brace.
Again like “Hibbo” before, Gravesen falls into the category of ‘one of those players who isn’t the best we’ve had in this position but he’s got something about him’. Few would argue if I put Gary Speed ahead of Thomas Gravesen for the attacking midfield spot, but flamboyant character nudges him ahead. A relatively unknown Hamburg (HSV) acquisition, with a slow career start, Gravesen developed into our most important player by 2004/05. Appearances can be deceptive, and this was certainly true of the man Real Madrid purchased as their hunt to replace Makelele continued.
Upon signing for Everton in the summer of 2000, he quickly gained a reputation of hard-man. The shaved head, the proud pumped-up chest and throbbing forehead veins were enough to convince us we had the Danish Roy Keane. This was not the case and Real Madrid did not buy the correct Everton Mitchell brother; Gravesen was our Zidane that season, not our ball-winning growler*. Everton finished 4th in 2004/05 and Gravesen transferred to the Bernabeu in January of that season. It’s no coincidence that our form in the second half of the season was nearer relegation than Champions League. What could have been? Retired at 32, he is now believed to be a very successful entrepreneur living in Las Vegas worth >€100m: Mad Dog Tommy G.
*see Lee Carsley
Throughout David Moyes’ tenure we became synonymous with giving talented footballers whose career had gone off the rails a second chance. The man who Dortmund bought to replace Rosicky was acquired for relative pocket change after his big move to Germany didn’t work out. Once he settled into the team, secured his full transfer after a successful loan, he made the Everton left midfield role his own. Forging an unforgettable relationship with Baines, Evertonians enjoyed probably the most artistic football in the league. Their double- improvisation-act was the footballing equivalent of Coltrane and Davis; modal. Being British and the antidote to Ashley Cole, Baines acquired most of the headlines, but Pienaar was every bit as important and maybe more of a joy to watch. Whilst his stats will show he neither scored many or assisted many, those who were there will tell you of an excellent one touch visionary whose expansive football was also coupled with high ball retention. I was also lucky enough to be at the Emirates when he broke away from the Arsenal defence passing the halfway line and wondered towards the goal. Whilst being chased down, Pienaar pulled out the most casual slow motion lob – the ball trickling over the line for what should have been a winner.
He no doubt regrets his 12 months away at Spurs, so I won’t hold that against him (too much).
AND A TOP TWO PAIRING OF…
Probably let down Everton as often as he dragged us up. An embarrassing number of times he let his short fuse blow when his team needed him, but without the sour, the sweet rarely tastes as sweet. Big Dunc really was the cliché cult hero. He could do no wrong. I was present when he got off the mark for his then loan club. It was a winter’s evening under the floodlights, we were bottom of the league and it was the moment we turned the corner and escaped the drop. And because it was against a Roy Evans led Liverpool team, he provided me with a year’s worth of secondary school ammunition with that header, whilst appearing to care as much as us. Now I deplore violence, but some of his ‘moments’ were just comedy; the Stefan Fraund throttle at Filbert Street is late 90s Everton iconography and we’ve all heard the one about the two burglars who picked the wrong house (his house) to name but two. His sweet moments had us believing he’d be one of the best and sometimes that’s all that matters.
Anyone reading these words will already know everything they want to know about the Duke, as we used to call him. The name of his first born and his penchant for the more mature lady for example. However, what you’ve probably forgotten, now that we take his talent for granted, is that he, with Ronaldinho, was a genuine shout for World Player of the Year (if only for his performances in the white of England) 2004. Messi was too young, Ronaldo hadn’t yet developed and Zidane was finishing off his Galactico days. During the Euro, almost 12 years ago, there was no-one who came close. England were a one-man team. The raw power, pace, technique, vision and aggression was a sight to behold. Ok he only did this every so often in an Everton shirt, but I still can’t believe the confidence that he displayed as 16 and 17-year-old in the Premier League. He makes this team for talent and talent alone. He jumped-ship aged 18 and, in my opinion, didn’t fulfil his career promise, despite the variety of records he broke, but the anticipation of the crowd when he was played-in is still memorable today.
AND ON THE BENCH…
The editor of this wonderful publication didn’t specify the requirement for a bench*, however he’s getting one. The make-believe, your favourite 11 scenario, doesn’t usually call upon substitutes as most fan’s make-believe scenarios don’t include injuries (or suspensions). But as this select 11 is mainly made up of players with curious injury records and Big Dunc, I’d say it’s better safe than sorry.
12. Nigel Martyn; only played 2 seasons but was excellent.
13. Andy Hinchcliffe; not the most mobile, but a left peg to make even Bainesy jealous.
14. Joseph Yobo; immense debut season… pacey, composed, strong… not sure what really happened after that.
15. Seamus Coleman; cost £60k you know? ‘Nuff said.
16. Gary Speed (R.I.P.); notable captain for a number of seasons, dragged us through a rotten period.
17. Aiyegbeni Yakubu; most composed finisher I’ve ever seen at Everton. Trotted around like the king he was. Super Eagle goal celebration too. 6’ wide.
18. Romelu Lukaku; our EPL record goalscorer (with change) and our most complete striker for 30 years… but’s he’s off in the summer, so fck him.
19. Tim Cahill; can I have 8 subs? Definitely deserves a shout for his obscene midfield goal return and corner flag punching antics.
20. Left Blank**
* Editor specifically stated that a bench should not be included. ** NOTE from Author: “Removed all references to Ross Barkley”
So the season is officially underway and we have had some absolute pearlers to start off the game.
Alex Evans’ Brutal Deluxe steam to the top of the league, and thus picking up the Manager of The Week Award for GW1, with the 97 points. Joel Stobbs’ Gangster’s Allardyce came in at a close 2nd with 96 points, whilst Anthony Mensah’s 5 Buttons and Liam Newall’s Llawen CF land joint 3rd with 94 points.
Evans’ big scorers were Salah and Sterling, but what looks to have made the difference is a solid starting performance from Lewis Dunk at Brighton.
At the bottom of the table, two players go into GW2 sub 40 points. Lewis Hookings’ Irons and Tom Morris’ Amblecote Animals side on 39 and 38 points respectively. The Wooden Spoon of the Week going to the latter, an acclaim that Morris will not be hoping to claim too many of.
Okay. The term “football’s back” is very English Premier League centric, but as an English Premier League club supporter for the 2nd season in a row, I think I can be forgiven.
In reality, football has been back for me for the past 3 weeks, with an unprecedented entry into the Europa League qualifiers gracing these golden palms. But I want to appeal to the masses.
Those same masses that will be tuning in for Liverpool’s (the Champions of Europe) leagie opener against newly promoted Norwich City tomorrow night. A match that has the FPL players out there selecting their usual LFC culprits, in hope they’ll kick start their own season as the club itself is expecting to do.
A strange amount of people come into your life at this time of year, be it through office leagues or online banter. The Fantasy Football world is constantly peaking at new heights year in and year out, with all of those August experts of which 60% (citation/actual research needed) will claim post-October that they completely forgot they entered. This is of course a ruse for the many managers that start off badly. If this was the case real football, Marco Silva and Dean Smith could be forgiven by their respective boards and still have a job going into this season’s Christmas period…
A controversial statement above that I will live or die by in certain Merseyside/Birmingham circles. Both have invested heavily in their sides, but a personal belief here that neither will be setting the world alright quote as they should this year.
That however hasn’t stopped me selecting a heavily weighted Everton contingency to kick off my FPL season. Siggy and Digne look set to keep me ticking along. Pickford would be there if I ever decided to invest that 0.5m more in the keeper department. But that time isn’t now. Unfortunately I can’t say that I value Tyrone Mings as highly as Aston Villa do.
But what do I know!? Nothing. Away from Football Manager I am rather useless in the football ether. But at least I have that.
Anyway, I digress. Excitement is here and fans alike are rejoicing. Defending Champions look to cement their already impressive legacy and tomorrow’s deadline day looks set to evolve the Sky Blues once more. Everton also actually, see me tomorrow.
After the curtain raises I will of course discuss the workings of all other teams involved but at present this is my convoluted way of asking you to prove both Capsule Social and myself wrong by joining our league.
Can join through the FPL site with the code: tuw5pn
And of course attack me and defend your mighty gods of manager and player alike via social media.
Welcoming Kilburn Wednesday Football Club into the Capsule Social family has been a pleasure, and the first exhibit from the club is their prestigious Hall of Fame award.
Whilst it has been etched into the memories of those proud recipients of the honour, for all else, unless they were to find a scrap of paper or one of the infamous spreadsheets lying around on a desktop background, nobody would be able to find the list.
But now, for the first time in internet history, the KWFC Hall of Fame is live, online, and for all to see.
Click the club badge below to see those honoured with this heroic virtue.