Wednesday... Halfway There

Morning Feverettes.

A few things in the news lately. Jay DeMerit has - shock horror - called into question Andy '6.0' Johnson's integrity when it come to winning penalties. Says DeMerit of the cheating diving bastard:

"I thought he made a meal of it as he does. He has become very good at that and credit to him for being able to make up refs' minds."

Gifton Noel-Williams will be wining and dining senoritas after his deadline day move to Real Murcia. There's a feature on the BBC site about his settling in.

Apparently Al Bangura had expected Watford to submit documents to the FA after a racist allegation against Newcastle's Emre. It seems nothing has happened, which is bad news for whoever the little ball of rage is marking next.

Elsewhere academy shining light Harry Forrester started upfront for England U16s as they lost 3-1 to the mighty Slovenia.

Good Cause Alert

The Watford Celtic Supporters Club is holding a sponsored walk around the route of the Circle Line in London this Sunday. This is to raise money for the MND Association. The MND Association provides care and support to people with Motor Neurone Disease and to those who care for them. It speaks on their behalf, demanding the best possible standards of care, and promotes and funds scientific research into the causes, treatments and potential cures for the disease.

The club have already raised over £2,000 but are some way off their target of £4,000. If you would like to support this worthwhile cause please click here.

And so ends this public service broadcast.

That'll Be That, Then

We at Yellow Fever are paid-up members of the Happy Clappers. We wear special yellow and red smiley face badges, defend to the end the useless drivel served up to us by Watford as 'football', and generaly wander about in a haze thinking how great Aidy is.

After the games against Blackburn and West Ham, it seemed like our relentless positivity was going to be proved right, as the Hornets pulled off (quiet, you) a miraculous escape from the dreaded drop. But after the last two games, our Positive Mental Attitude has - much like Damian Francis' enthusiasm - ground to a miserable halt.

So: plans for next season. No Ben Foster. We might lose DeMerit. We might not. Everyone else will stay, unless Aidy has had enough of them. Priskin might get a few games. Henderson will go back to being a 15 goal a season striker. Mariappa can have a go at being the new Cannavaro without being torn into McNamee-sized pieces. We can look forward to Saturdays (3 o'clock kick-offs! Huzzah) in the expectation of victory. Nice days out at Selhurst Park and Layer Road*. Marlon King and Clarke Carlisle being fit. Flying foetus Harry Forrester might get a game.

Let's have it, then. Like in '00, show these Premiership mugs how to go down in style. And we might win the FA Cup while we're at it.

*Joke. Why do people romanticise the 'lower' leagues, with their god-awful excuses for grounds? Not much use for character when you're peering around a post to follow the play.

Junk Mail

In bum-fruit-posting news, this is not the way to convince the MotD bosses to put us on earlier.

In unrelated news, Mike Newell lives at Kenilworth Stadium, 1 Maple Road, Luton, Bedfordshire LU4 8AW.

Fourteen Days

Crikey, 2 weeks since we spoke. How are you? I am well. Thanks for asking.

Things, as they tend to, have happened. Most importantly a few victories. Pleasing to beat both the Unhappy Hammers and Ipswich in the last two games, even if the latter was rather embarrassing in its execution. Somewhat akin to falling down the stairs, breaking every bone in your body, and landing in a pit of money (and reconstructive surgeons, hopefully). The reward for the win being a trip down the... whatever road it is you go down to get to Plymouth.

Before we get carried away with dreams of semi-final appearances at the Theatre of Prawns or Ashburton Grove, let's not take these Pilgrims too lightly. After all, they are managed by one of the greatest philosophers of all time, and have a kid upfront who tears up and down the pitch faster than David Connolly in search of a more lucrative contract.

Still, armed with a couple of wins, a renewed vigour and a squat left-winger not afraid to get amongst it, we could be alright. 25-1 for the cup? How d'you like those onions?

More sooner though (or firstly, if you like) is the little game against Wigan on Wednesday. Our luck seems to have turned lately and we should be hopeful of three points - which would put the metaphorical cat amongst the figurative pigeons.

Things That Make Me Feel Sick

1. Monday mornings
2. Cider
3. James Blunt
4. Inept performances against mediocre Bolton sides resulting in narrow defeats

I feel another retch coming on - a combination of 1 and 4. A combination of 2 and 3 would force me to suicide (unless it was 3 drowning in 2, obviously).

David Pleat, Football Genius

Renowned football idiot and crazy dancer David Pleat is full of useful information. Including the revelation that Watford "must start winning their home matches" to have any chance of staying up. Now that's tactical insight. He's not a Five Live pundit for nothing; unlike the walking brain-dead corpse that is Alan 'I love Manchester United' Green.

But He Of The Kennel clearly hasn't reckoned with our 8 (that's EIGHT, vidiprinter fans) transfer window signings. What price Aidy using our new crop of creative central midfielders to adopt a slick one-touch passing approach, carving open all that lay before us? And maybe even winning a few home games, to satisfy D. Pleat and the rest of the football cognoscenti? Hmmm.

Finally, if you haven't read Aidy's battle-cry of a newsletter this week, do so. It's not often you read something like that from the pen of a manager (or, perhaps more accurately, PR man).