Andy is a Leeds fan and was so confident his side would be too good for Posh last Saturday that he declared he would run the city's big race in his girlfriend's underwear if they lost . . .

And judging by the way he was trudging along St Paul's Road the other Sunday morning on a training run, Dougie Dodds should be easy to spot as well.

He'll be right at the back, moving at a snail's pace!


A weight problem

JUST how much weight does the Borough Rugby Club first XV captain carry? It's a good question and one Paul Cook himself clearly can't answer.

The other day Cooky was at a big family birthday bash and the grandkids were playing on a trampoline in the garden.

Of course Cooky being Cooky had to have a go. He didn't want to break it and spoil the fun for the kids so checked the weight limit. It was 17 stone.

Fine. So Cooky jumps on, one bounce and smashes it clean in half!


Where's my goal?

SEEMS well known local footballer Darren Hempson can whinge as well off the pitch as he does on it.

He scores so rarely these days that he had to tell all and sundry about a wonderful goal he scored for Royal Mail the other week against Lord Westwood.

And he was then horrified to see that his name had been omitted from the scorers in the paper the next day.

First thing he did was ring up the league to complain.


Rabbit's foot in it

COMPUTER wizard Gareth Exton has owned up. He has confessed to making the error on the Peterborough Football League website a few weeks back that saw one 'Neil Patrick' score for 15 different teams on the same afternoon.

What do you expect from a bloke who used to dress up as a rabbit calling himself Peter Burrow!


Bloodthirsty lot!

ARCHIE Bennett, skipper of Borough Rugby Club's fourth team (X-Men), submitted a report from last week's 80-0 win at Bedford, part of which read:

"In the second half Paul Cullington made his long awaited comeback after having fallen off his horse. The old boy was champing at the bit and came on to the pitch full of vigour.

"Unfortunately his comeback was curtailed by a nasty cut to his head. The old boy went down like a shot trooper.

"When the referee enquired as to who was responsible, 14 blokes stuck their hands up. Only trouble was they were all wearing Borough shirts!"