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Post by tonyw on Aug 5, 2016 19:29:17 GMT
2-1 to Chesterfield, with the despicable Evans scoring the winner in the 89th minute, and a crowd of 8,325 Ah, you know football is back when KAMH is forecasting doom and desperation. A match day thread wouldn't be the same without it......
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Post by amershamdave on Aug 5, 2016 19:44:00 GMT
Aha! A new season is upon us! Fresh aspirations, wild expectations, the joys - and sorrows, unexplained wins, draws and defeats. Happy fans, sad and angry fans. Bad referee decisions, red and yellow cards, injuries.......have I missed anything? Fans making totally unacceptable predictions on here...............not me, though. I've been studying all of our fixtures for this season and have come up with some (I think) interesting theories. I've taken into account the pitch conditions, according to the possible weather for the time of year. Whether we have suspensions and injuries could affect our results. Which end we start from and if we win the toss, etc. Night or day games have to be considered in my guesses. With all of that information stuffed into my 'computer', I've come up with this prediction for the Chesterfield game tomorrow. We will draw 1-1 (Skarz) with 9001 fans at the game. A dog will run onto the pitch and do something disgusting on the centre circle. Ooh, its good to be back!
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Post by harrycarry on Aug 5, 2016 19:56:44 GMT
Oxford 6 Chesterfield 4, very confident on this.
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Post by ZeroTheHero on Aug 5, 2016 19:59:54 GMT
Aha! A new season is upon us! Fresh aspirations, wild expectations, the joys - and sorrows, unexplained wins, draws and defeats. Happy fans, sad and angry fans. Bad referee decisions, red and yellow cards, injuries.......have I missed anything? Fans making totally unacceptable predictions on here...............not me, though. I've been studying all of our fixtures for this season and have come up with some (I think) interesting theories. I've taken into account the pitch conditions, according to the possible weather for the time of year. Whether we have suspensions and injuries could affect our results. Which end we start from and if we win the toss, etc. Night or day games have to be considered in my guesses. With all of that information stuffed into my 'computer', I've come up with this prediction for the Chesterfield game tomorrow. We will draw 1-1 (Skarz) with 9001 fans at the game. A dog will run onto the pitch and do something disgusting on the centre circle. Ooh, its good to be back! Dave, I am going to buy you a dog, feed it up with ExLax and smuggle it into the stadium for you. It's sad to see you consistently disappointed!
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Post by ox18 on Aug 5, 2016 20:04:13 GMT
Aha! A new season is upon us! Fresh aspirations, wild expectations, the joys - and sorrows, unexplained wins, draws and defeats. Happy fans, sad and angry fans. Bad referee decisions, red and yellow cards, injuries.......have I missed anything? Fans making totally unacceptable predictions on here...............not me, though. I've been studying all of our fixtures for this season and have come up with some (I think) interesting theories. I've taken into account the pitch conditions, according to the possible weather for the time of year. Whether we have suspensions and injuries could affect our results. Which end we start from and if we win the toss, etc. Night or day games have to be considered in my guesses. With all of that information stuffed into my 'computer', I've come up with this prediction for the Chesterfield game tomorrow. We will draw 1-1 (Skarz) with 9001 fans at the game. A dog will run onto the pitch and do something disgusting on the centre circle. Ooh, its good to be back! Don't tell me this dog is going to rape Evans.
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Post by lukehudson on Aug 5, 2016 22:18:36 GMT
3-0 to the boys in yellow
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Post by newyorkyellow on Aug 5, 2016 22:50:00 GMT
Aha! A new season is upon us! Fresh aspirations, wild expectations, the joys - and sorrows, unexplained wins, draws and defeats. Happy fans, sad and angry fans. Bad referee decisions, red and yellow cards, injuries.......have I missed anything? Fans making totally unacceptable predictions on here...............not me, though. I've been studying all of our fixtures for this season and have come up with some (I think) interesting theories. I've taken into account the pitch conditions, according to the possible weather for the time of year. Whether we have suspensions and injuries could affect our results. Which end we start from and if we win the toss, etc. Night or day games have to be considered in my guesses. With all of that information stuffed into my 'computer', I've come up with this prediction for the Chesterfield game tomorrow. We will draw 1-1 (Skarz) with 9001 fans at the game. A dog will run onto the pitch and do something disgusting on the centre circle. Ooh, its good to be back! I clicked like before I even read it. Amershamdave is BACK!!!!!!
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Post by c4repzox4 on Aug 5, 2016 23:08:22 GMT
2.0 oxford taylor & hemmings!
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Post by yellows1 on Aug 6, 2016 6:23:25 GMT
1-0 Oxford, Roberts to score......
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Post by sox on Aug 6, 2016 7:02:31 GMT
Really looking forward to today, albeit worried about a slow start after an unconvincing pre season ... But friendlies count for nowt. So COYY. 3-0 Macguire 2 (free kick and a pen), Hemings 1. Ever the optimist!
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Post by berliner on Aug 6, 2016 7:06:11 GMT
Goalless or 1-0 to us
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Post by The Fence End on Aug 6, 2016 7:23:00 GMT
Not sure how it's going to go today, dodgy preseason, first game in a higher league with a new squad short of one or two players.
I'd take a point.
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Post by Junior on Aug 6, 2016 7:25:51 GMT
2-2 for me. Crowd around 8340..
Both of which I'd be happy with.
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Post by oufcyellows on Aug 6, 2016 7:29:00 GMT
Not sure how it's going to go today, dodgy preseason, first game in a higher league with a new squad short of one or two players. I'd take a point. Dunno about a dodgy preseason. Premier champions and a top championship side. Losses Probably taught us more about what we need for today than two easy wins over lower teams. 2-1. Thomas, dunkley/martin
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Post by harrycarry on Aug 6, 2016 7:38:38 GMT
Come on everyone the day is finally here. Grab a neighbour or someone from the pub. If 1 in 10 can get an extra body we will blast through the 9k barrier!
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Post by fourthstand on Aug 6, 2016 7:48:25 GMT
Game day! Love it. COYY.
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Post by manorlounger on Aug 6, 2016 8:14:49 GMT
At last!! Footy is back! Sunny day, shorts and footy shirt, lunch in the car park, and a resounding victory. COYY! 3-0 OUFC.
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Post by slimjim on Aug 6, 2016 8:52:09 GMT
I'm going for a 1.0 to the yellows
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Post by Long John Silver on Aug 6, 2016 8:57:04 GMT
2-2 for me. Crowd around 8340.. Both of which I'd be happy with. Never really happy with a league draw at home... Unless it's a comeback from being 2 goals down or similar.
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Post by bashamwonderland on Aug 6, 2016 8:57:43 GMT
I awoke in a daze.
A fair maiden lay beside me. I daren't disturb this sleeping beauty, so I gently crawl out of my tent and quietly throw up last night's red wine amongst the foliage of the ever-beautiful Cornbury park. I pull off a hula skirt decorated with peacock feathers, and peel out of the gold sparkly leggings of last night, replacing them with shorts. I buy a coffee and a bacon sandwich from one of the peasants peddling hot consumables. I make my barefooted way back to the tent, scoff my vital fuel, and massage my aching loaf. 'For what doth goeth down at Wilderness2016, stayeth at Wilderness2016' I whispered to myself.
But then I remembered. Football day. Visions of Dunkley towering above crying defenders and blasting home headers. Lundstram finding passes no mere mortal could complete. Appleton's bulging arms tearing free from his restrictive H&M sweaters. 'It's time', I whispered, so as not to disturb my fellow tent-dwellers. I rose like a falcon above the entangled guide ropes and plastic canopies. I stretched my arms wide, breaking through the thick haze of last nights partying, and screamed WE'RE ON THE LEFT SIDE OF LONDON ROAD!
An echoed 'f*ck off' greeted me from afar...
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Post by The Fence End on Aug 6, 2016 9:50:16 GMT
This game is the 'Dreaming Spires/Twisted Spires El Clasico'
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Post by behindthegoal on Aug 6, 2016 10:11:35 GMT
Heart wants 2:0 , head says a draw.
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Post by behindthegoal on Aug 6, 2016 10:12:38 GMT
This game is the 'Dreaming Spires/Twisted Spires El Clasico' "ONE SPIRE...YOU'VE ONLY GOT ONE SPIRE"!!!!
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Post by The Fence End on Aug 6, 2016 10:15:20 GMT
This game is the 'Dreaming Spires/Twisted Spires El Clasico' "ONE SPIRE...YOU'VE ONLY GOT ONE SPIRE"!!!! "♩🎶We've got more Spires than you, we've got more Spires than you..."♩🎶🎵
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Post by malcolmnl on Aug 6, 2016 10:34:16 GMT
Excited? Nervous? Believing? You bet your life I am. Back at last to League 1.
Result? That is less certain than my condition so I'll take my usual cowardly way out and say "WE WILL WIN".
COME ON YOU YELLOWS
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Post by foley on Aug 6, 2016 10:35:33 GMT
I awoke in a daze. A fair maiden lay beside me. I daren't disturb this sleeping beauty, so I gently crawl out of my tent and quietly throw up last night's red wine amongst the foliage of the ever-beautiful Cornbury park. I pull off a hula skirt decorated with peacock feathers, and peel out of the gold sparkly leggings of last night, replacing them with shorts. I buy a coffee and a bacon sandwich from one of the peasants peddling hot consumables. I make my barefooted way back to the tent, scoff my vital fuel, and massage my aching loaf. 'For what doth goeth down at Wilderness2016, stayeth at Wilderness2016' I whispered to myself. But then I remembered. Football day. Visions of Dunkley towering above crying defenders and blasting home headers. Lundstram finding passes no mere mortal could complete. Appleton's bulging arms tearing free from his restrictive H&M sweaters. 'It's time', I whispered, so as not to disturb my fellow tent-dwellers. I rose like a falcon above the entangled guide ropes and plastic canopies. I stretched my arms wide, breaking through the thick haze of last nights partying, and screamed WE'RE ON THE LEFT SIDE OF LONDON ROAD! An echoed 'f*ck off' greeted me from afar... I'll have some of what you are on ......
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Post by salaghaf on Aug 6, 2016 11:04:53 GMT
Oxford 6 Chesterfield 4, very confident on this. Don't be silly. We will score at least 7.
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Post by salaghaf on Aug 6, 2016 11:05:40 GMT
2-0 Oxford.
Solid start to the season.
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Post by cowleyox on Aug 6, 2016 11:16:54 GMT
This is a big game for them, anticipate they will turn up in numbers. Not surprising really as Oxford is a beautiful city and Chesterfield is a shit hole. I will take a draw today. The new players still taking time to assimilate. We will have a decent season but we might need to be patient for first 4 weeks or so.
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Post by bigronaldo on Aug 6, 2016 11:17:30 GMT
I awoke in a daze. A fair maiden lay beside me. I daren't disturb this sleeping beauty, so I gently crawl out of my tent and quietly throw up last night's red wine amongst the foliage of the ever-beautiful Cornbury park. I pull off a hula skirt decorated with peacock feathers, and peel out of the gold sparkly leggings of last night, replacing them with shorts. I buy a coffee and a bacon sandwich from one of the peasants peddling hot consumables. I make my barefooted way back to the tent, scoff my vital fuel, and massage my aching loaf. 'For what doth goeth down at Wilderness2016, stayeth at Wilderness2016' I whispered to myself. But then I remembered. Football day. Visions of Dunkley towering above crying defenders and blasting home headers. Lundstram finding passes no mere mortal could complete. Appleton's bulging arms tearing free from his restrictive H&M sweaters. 'It's time', I whispered, so as not to disturb my fellow tent-dwellers. I rose like a falcon above the entangled guide ropes and plastic canopies. I stretched my arms wide, breaking through the thick haze of last nights partying, and screamed WE'RE ON THE LEFT SIDE OF LONDON ROAD! An echoed 'f*ck off' greeted me from afar... Ahh, the lyrical soul, stirred to passion on matchday 1. Lured by the by the hard beating heart and the smell of the crowd...leave now your tented encampment. For Yours is the world my friend. Yours is the world... I see you now - top deck of a red bus, bobble hat, scarf and vuvuzela, headed east. Coming home like an emperor penguin. Home to the nest that is... Grenoble road. Home to watch the birth of another season. To watch the mighty yellows draw 1-1.
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