Testing testing; check one two – DWT is live once again on Reddit! submitted by Dad1903 to DadsWeeklyTreble [link] [comments] Terrific, terrific stuff Alas – promotion has remained minimal; with yet another deflation to wow the masses with - it was deemed perhaps no something to flaunt (as ever). The inclusion of the Dons was an effort to bask in potential redemptive glory; The Dons, DWT - along with Wolverhampton Wanderers - all struggling; all a shadow of themselves (except DWT tbf - pish as ever haha ah no). Recognition that potentially - a bit was between the teeth, indicative of the urgency and desire apparent. For the Dons - the overall was perhaps encouraging in a way; not losing to livingston was summat to at least remain hopeful about. Then in midweek at home they got beat by them 2-0; game over after 15 fucking minutes. The only way seems down - which in itself is for the best when considering the urgency a change is required (at least to my and plenty other supporters eyes). The cyclical nature of success and failure is as peaky and troughy as it gets for Aberdeen over the last 50 years; ridiculous heights reached - amongst the worlds elite; right down to avoiding relegation on the last day. Previous may have folks fearing for a lengthy spell licking the wounds, going through underachieving managers by the bucketload; to the point where the underachieving became the actual fucking achieving. When theres memories of being world elite, naturally the angst and ire will be a fair way up on the dial. I'm no different; perplexed to the fucking max, but as always, I endeavour to be a positive voice when and wherever possible; by this token I trust the nature of my views currently are viewed as indicative of just how fucking shit things are at the moment. No just shit football on display - but we have a team seemingly oblivious to the nature of things. Some may argue its a sign of the times - acceptance and sharing can only be a good thing. However the explicit nature of how obviously ill-advised the actions of many players over the last wee bitty there are - you can just as easily view them as being deliberately antagonising. Folk argue money outweighs the moral fibres - but whilst easy to say, I'm 100% confident I would have zero interest signing for a rival so despised. No discussion - just a straight 'Fuck no'. 'But...' 'Fuck off' 'Are yo...' 'Shut the fuck up'. Over and done with. I personally place a lot of value in the opinions of those I surround myself with - its without doubt of any kind, that its known signing on for certain teams is extremely frowned upon. To the most extremity of frownage. The furrows would be etched in the face from that point on. With this in mind - there can be no justification given to any sense of not knowing. The blueprint was there for all to see in recent times with a by-now set in stone for all to gaze back on judas prick for the love of fuck; maybe his experiences scream out 'that looks fun' to some - for me its a real headscrather when some cunt turns up one day pledging allegiance despite the energetic hatred present. Perhaps the glamourising of shite in cultural society these days, is the kind of journey folk want to go on; being an icon of disdain - automatically having folk become enraged at the mere mention of your name. Its tough to understand why theres effort apparent to actually conjure indifference. No the sort of person I'd be wanting any convo with for sure anyhow - sounds a right wee prick. To address the point again of promoting togetherness etc - whilst theres plaudits to be had for extending olive branches and the like; I'm not sure this translates to sticking a photo of yourself up kissing and pointing to a badge of a hated rival. If there was an effort to promote togetherness and warmth - surely the chat would be about being professional and seeing past division; certainly not punctuating your first message to the new set of supporters with stab-in-the-back-worthy utterings. As fuck you to the previous as it gets - compounded further with the public acknowledgments of agreeance from team mates left behind. If any doubt was had by any that serious change is required - it has been erradicated beyond belief with the activity recently. Potential doldrums for a spell to fuck - we are in doldrums right now without any sign of intent or desire for improvement. A stale pungent product for which we are paying more than ever. The investment results in a scrutiny of the purest - and with it the best chance of actual progressive change since the obvious forebearer. Nothing left to chance, no sense of luck landing the right people - actual well-intentioned believers who spend every waking moment breathing the place and knowing what will help. Anyhow - lets put this shit to a side there for a sec, its time to set up the day ahead with a wee seed of hope 😎 In times of hurt, We become more curt - Instead slip on the shirt, And set the bubbly to squirt. Reddit Running Total (RRT) currently sits at -£343.43. Ah no. I’m not promoting it in the slightest to be put on; it's purely to be completely transparent about where the beans I'm spilling are being pushed towards – this is after all, a Life Experiment: Can a useless old arsehole prosper under strict weekly gambling conditions? Word of warning; prior to this – not really. The sticky clarifies - but just to reiterate - here's the format...DRS20 is Dads Recommended Spend: £20. This is a lot of money granted - and I would encourage absolute apprehension if this sort of money represents life altering for you personally if zero is returned. I’m lucky enough to be able to afford to lose £20 in a week; but confess that if I got no return for say, 20 weeks in a row - I would likely be without something I value (a streaming service or summat). I don’t take it lightly. Four bets are placed with this outlay; a £5 Treble (DWT) and three £5 Doubles. Generally if two come up, the bet is covered (up or down £2 or so). My gambling prowess is pretty much a joke; so whilst I advertise, I in no way qualify them as a given. I’m a prick with plenty bollocks to spout is all. This is how I frame it. So here it is - the one that senses the need for practicality; but also the need for spirit - where dreams and prosperity tug at your coat desperate for attention: Its DWT37 https://i.redd.it/u5wdm9iv2tf61.gif
19.4/1 we get for this selection – terrific. Over 29's last week; over 19's this week - and at that, a mere smidge under 20's; a return of that sort a gift if you ask me - terrific 😎. But we've been here oft before - sails chock a fucking block with wind; gusto apparent at every turn. But with this one - something different. Something...special. All at home, all heroes - we're no slipping our eggs into a pit of terror and hopelessness here; ability pours out of these teams with vigour - no doubt there. Never assume of course - but I reckon at least one hombre will join me on this journey - at the very least. MIDDLEBOROUGH have a tough task on paper; brentford consistently seen as a pretender to the championship title and with it, odds on prices much of the time. At home which helps - although they've had a tough time recently (3 defeats in a row); summat to arrest and no mistake. My eyes were drawn mainly however owing to the cup game between the two mid-January; brentford alas winners - but Middlesborough were fucking pummelling them (23 goal attempts by golly)...they'll be itching for another stab at taking the cunts down. QUEENS PARK RANGERS find themselves back amongst the picks; the expected rise in form stuttered against derby as we know - but midweek there, an away win over Watford with the man of the moment amongst the goals (Charles Austin). Back home with a gusto - I expect great things. No idiots blackburn of course - but mere fodder they are this week. PETERBOROUGH UNITED another recent selection (with great success I might add); Posh have had a wee dip there in between times. Couple of defeats back to back surprisingly; but now back home, they can get back to work. A run of 6 without defeat at home (5 wins) - expect goals to rain in. The stats show crewe being stung with just 1 defeat in the last 4 away; but the defeat was heavy (4-1 to Gillingham), and two of the three were draws. So there we have it – nostalgia, hope and determination all apparent in equal measure. This time we do it right; wind in the sails – and off across the ocean in search of new worlds. A powerful pirate ship hunting high and low for treasures. Raise the fucking flag - the good ship DWT is back and ready to provide for its crew. If you play; play safe. DRS20 as always people. Frustration at the amount won, is better than the heartache at the amount lost. https://preview.redd.it/946ip96x2tf61.jpg?width=630&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=a8ed00afdb1055076d2342d79be326058af583d9 |
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1 | You fellas make sure to bring ink and parchment, you hear! I remember back, oh, 35 summers ago we found a crypt too big to tackle at the time so we decided to make a map. Only old Bark toes, well we called him Bark toes on account of being a druid his real name was Faelwyn (Sounds elvish but he was a Dwarf, damnedest thing really)... but anyway, old Bark toes had buried all our paper! Said it was only proper respect for Father Tree. So we had to hunt down a rabbit, tan the hide, then burn the map into it. Took 3 days, and that map reeked up my pack something fierce! |
2 | Hah! That reminds me of a particularly harsh winter when a dwarf I traveled with thought it’d be fun to explore a cave despite us being low on rations. Needless to say by the time spring rolled around I was plus a few Bullywug bites and minus a short bearded friend! |
3 | I wouldn’t eat that if I was you. I was once treated to the spectacle of what I thought was a Tabaxi coughing up a hairball. Turns out a Remorhaze egg had been incubating in her gut from some dodgy stew and she quickly became its first meal. |
4 | You think this is bad weather? I’ve seen it rain so hard that you’d swear it was coming from the ground and the sky at the same time. My boots filled so fast I had to walk barefoot to the nearest shelter I could find. Nearly stepped on a gas spore. |
5 | Well, let me tell you: you can take the mightiest knight or wizard in the kingdom, and they'll duel a demigod or storm the gates o'hell. But you throw enough angry chickens at'em, sooner or later they'll go DOWN. Buy me a top-shelf whiskey and I'll tell you how it happened to the high priest. It might come in handy later on. |
6 | That's a good story, but I bet you never saw a goliath hurl a gnome into the maw of an angry froghemoth, the hard part wasn't getting the gnome out of the creature, she did that much herself. The hard part was getting the stink o' frog guts off of the gnome. |
7 | Things are different these days, they are indeed. I was a Red Arrow, didja know that? Travelled all over these lands, usually in small bands but sometimes they were hundreds of us. Thousands! Everywhere we went we'd work to make people proud of their own accomplishments. Make 'em happy, even if they said our arrows were orange! And if they stole from others, or said unkind things, why we stabbed them with our cold blue spears to let the people know how to behave like proper folk! |
8 | This? Just a bit o' mead from home. Like wine, but made of honey; there's a bit of rose in this one, I think. Want a taste? (If offer is accepted, the mead is described as being pleasantly sweet and smooth, if a bit dry. May cause heartburn for those with hearts.) Good stuff, innit? My uncle's favorite; it's basically all he'd drink. We'd usually get that mead with the juniper berries mixed in, but my uncle preferred the rose mead. Said it tasted better. Dunno if I entirely agree, but that's what he would bring over. Heh...I remember one year, he came by, strangely empty-handed. My mum (his sister) asked where he mead was. That's the thing, he said, they said they was out. Some damn fool had made off with the barrels, leaving none for the rest of us. He suffered through the juniper mead, but he sure as hell wasn't happy about it. But then comes next week, right? He comes by with two kegs of the stuff. THEY FOUND IT, he said. He said he'd been walking along when he heard a commotion off the path, went to go check it out. And, sitting on top of a cart, drunk as hell, were the thieves. They hadn't even properly made off with the stuff, they were just sitting there barely off the road. Damn fools. My uncle seemed proud of himself. Man loved his mead. Maybe a little too much... |
9 | Hah! That's nothing! You want to know what 'up shit creek without a paddle' really looks like? Lemme tell you a story: Me and four of me mates (or so I thought) were going through the mountains with a big load from... I won't tell, because I might actually get back to that pile o' gold one day. But! We were going through this wicked cave, and suddenly drow, the dark bastards, jump out of the shadows and start shouting at us in broken common. Now, we're alone in the mountains, one weeks travel from any civilization, and ambushed by a crew of drow. That's the shit creek, now where's me paddle gone? Well as if the situation wasn't bad enough, there's a cave in that separates me from me mates (got Spencer's leg too), and now I'm alone against a dozen pissed off drow. Now, how I got out of that situation with only a dirk and a shovel to my name, is a story that there isn't a cup of mead big enough to buy from me. |
10 | So there I was, tied up. Not 20 feet from this sorceress and her gaggle of cultists. As the I was cutting my way through my bonds, and trying to signal to my mates that we need to stop this. The cultists were Chanting, the clouds were getting darker and the villager in the middle of the throng was getting really nervous. But all I could think about was that damn sorceress. Anyway, that's how I met my first ex-wife. |
11 | That ain't nothin' to be scared of. You ever been chased by an undead thunder lizard, vomiting zombies? I tell yah, that'll change the color of your pants and maybe even your religion! |
12 | So you should have seen it: Me, the most beautiful woman you ever saw and a table that turned out to be a mimic. Her palms were stuck to the surface for reasons I as gentleman shall not get into, and I was swinging my sword with one hand and hitching up my trousers with another. Anyway that was the last time I snuck into the Wizard's college storage cellar to fool around. |
13 | No crud, there I was at the Battle of Deepwater Isle, standing in front of the walls to Waterdeep. A hundred Sahaugin were storming up the bank, angry as a cat in a pond. We held them back, dropping them 3 to 1. Problem is, that wasn't fast enough and they just kept coming. Well, the Blackstaffs showed up on the wall behind us. Yah ever see what a Fireball does to aquatic flesh? It scared 'em, scared 'em right good but I tell yah, you never smell something so bad as burning water goblin! Except maybe troglodyte... |
14 | That's some nice shootin' there. Did I ever tell you about the time I one-shotted an orc with my sling? See, we was jumped on the Trade Way, just a simple escort job. This little warband of orcs jumped us on the road, lookin' for an easy take. Didn't expect we all had steel, yah see? We cut 'em down quick, but one slipped away, with a sack of valuables under his arm. That greenskin nicked an ox, no lie, tryin' to ride it for all its worth. He was bouncing all around and not gettin' too far. I picked up a rock off the ground, loaded my sling, one shot in the back of his head and he went tumblin'; dead before he hit the ground. |
15 | That's a fine bit o' gold there. Reminds me of the time I was prospecting for gold up north of Neverwinter. Mount Hotenow was still having its rumblings and we were pickin' pieces that size out of the rivers! |
16 | Oh don't complain about this little drizzle. Did I ever tell you about the time I was sailing back from Chult? Musta been only a couple years ago. We had 3 ships, full of old relics, when a bad squall kicked up. Swells were 30 to 40 feet and rain was crushing down on us in sheets. We barely stayed afloat, and what's worse; Everytime the lightning flashed, we saw tentacles rising up from the depths. Only 2 of our ships made it back... |
17 | Now that's a fine bit o' cloth. Almost reminds me of Owlbear fur. I tell yah, ain't nothin' better for keepin' back the winter chill. |
19 | You'd be surprised how many times an adventurer met their end from overconfidence. I saw a man that cut a giant in two with a single slice die after insisting the river only looked deep. |
20 | Never ask a paladin about how their oath works unless you want an hour long moral philosophy lecture complete with some shameless proselytizing. |
21 | Took us nine days to find that phylactery. The lich was pretty pissed when we showed him it. That was the fourth time we killed that ancient relic disguised as a man but that was the first time any of us saw fear in an undeads eyes. |
22 | Get bent, young-blood. You don't know nuthin' bout no adven'turing. I know so, 'cause if you'd tell me a story 'bout what yuve seen and I passed my wine jug wi'out noticin' then I'd cut my luv'ely beard! And I. Dunt. Cut. Muh. Beard. Or share teh wine..." (Now the PC's have a chance to RP their characters telling a story of the experiences their character has had.) |
23 | Say now, this reminds me of the time old Zollio rode a giant monitor lizard round the upside of a bridge to get a clear shot at the turtle dragon harassing us. Yessir, he was a sight to behold. Fell the whole way down and still managed to get the killing blow off that bow of his. I can't remember how we made it out of that one. |
24 | So... you heard of the pale elf Drost Durden and his white tiger? He defied the laws of the over-light mountains, descended from their snowy peaks, and became a hero of the people. But thats just what the stories say, he is probably as cruel as the rest of them. (Note, there is a Dark Elf there listening to this story who looks very... very... very tired at listening to this) |
25 | See this scar on my chin? The first deer I ever killed, I must have been 14, no 13. I waited for hours in a tree. Shivering in the cold, hungry as a dog. I pissed myself. Finally a young buck casually strolled up to my tree. I was so cold, I was scared my staccato breathing would scare him off. I raised my bow and my hands were shaking. Luckily it was directly under me. I couldn't miss. I let go and the arrow stuck him good in his side. It jumped up and buck a few times like a roaring bull. Then it hopped around in a a zig zag and almost seemed to lay down for a nap. I was young but I knew to wait a moment before approaching. I slowly climbed down the tree. I slipped the last couple feet. I sauntered over to the deer. I slowly kneeled down beside him. I took a moment to admire the steam coming off his body which some druids believe is the deer's life essence leaving this plane. I leaned in close to his face and I thanked him for his meat which I was about to consume. The deer pulled its head back and butted me right in the face. His antler leaving a deep gouge in my chin. He jumped up took a couple steps and again collapsed under its own weight. At 13 years old, I provided for my family that cold night. |
26 | When I was your age, we had no idea that there were any other 'planes'. You were born on the prime material, and that's the way we liked it! |
27 | When I was your age, we walked thousands of leagues to dungeons! Uphill both ways! |
28 | Let me tell you something, young adventurer. Treat well you're boots for they protect you more than you know. That being said, I will never wear another pair again. I traded my boots for route sandals long ago, and let me tell you, I ain't putting on another pair of boots! I'd rather die! What do you mean I've used the same phrase twice in one sentence? |
29 | If you suspect that you're gonna run into gnolls, just piss yourself! Hyenae respect the scent of piss. Makes 'em feel like they're messing with the property of someone powerful, ya know? |
30 | I've never been a fan of 'preparing' spells. Back with the clergy of my youth, if you wanted a disease to be cured, THAT'S TOO BAD! YOU HAD TO DIE, JUST AS AMAUNATOR INTENDED! |
31 | I never much cared for dwarfs. To stalky. Too hairy. What are gonna do with all that hair, hm? I don't trust it. |
32 | Listen well. You need a danger word. I don't care about safe words or what you do with them. A danger word. Some things out there change their shapes. Mimic us. Hide the truth from your eyes. We had a rule. You found a way to work the danger word into conversation if your suspicions were up, but not your patience. 'Eaglepeak'. That was ours. 'Weather here is nothing like Eaglepeak.' or, 'The food here is worse than Eaglepeak.' |
33 | One day I wondered off from my caravan to relieve myself in private. Just my luck I was ambushed by bandits at the worst possible moment. Then for the first time in my life I was happy to hear the raspy scream of an owlbear. The bandits all ran in opposite directions, the owlbear had pecked on of them really good and was in the process of turning him into a pincushion with its pointy beak. I pulled my pants up, again at the worst possible moment, and I slowly turned around and walked away, once I got far enough to not hear the pecking of flesh I ran. |
34 | There we were, trapped on the bridge between the Harpies and the 4-armed Pirate-Gorillas, when Smendrik the Adequate (as we called him then) got the bright idea to cast Featherfall and Burning Hands through a barrel while we all stood on top! How we got the barrel is another interesting tale, you see it four years prior to then that we came across... |
35 | One time we met a Dwarf who bragged that he could disarm ANY trap. So we find something that looks suspicious and we let him prove himself. He's sitting there for 10 minutes trying to disarm a weird little square of tile and a gout of flame shoots out of the wall next to him and sets his beard on fire! He runs around smacking himself trying to put himself out until our cleric finally extinguished him with a water spell. He stands there for a bit, beard half burnt off and drenched in water, looks at us and says "just avoid that tile". |
36 | One time, a long while ago, Trudy and I were trying to nab some merchant’s permit from a fancy party and Trudy got made. So, to sneak her out, I hid her underneath my ball gown. We were both lucky my corset was big enough. Of course, leaving so suddenly would have been suspicious, which is how I spent 3 hours walking around a party with my sister under my dress. Thankfully, no one offered me a dance. |
37 | Never step through a portal. Not once, not ever. My party went through a portal that was supposed to be a shortcut into a wizard's tower, right to the top. Promise of some quality wands in that tower, made us step through without thinking too hard on it. Five years later I came back to the Prime Material with no friends and no wands. I don't talk about those years. Just don't trust portals is all I'm saying. |
38 | I won't stand for slander against Warforged. They got souls and I won't hear no arguments about it. No talk of "tinmen" or "automatons" at my campfire. You take that backwards thinking to your little farm and hang up your sword, because you ain't fit to be an adventurer. You fight with a 'forged at your back, or you listen to them talkin' about the friends they lost in the first war, and you would know. They might be more human than you or me. Certainly more human than an elf. Don't get me started on those knife-ears. |
39 | Never wake a sleeping Gnome. I'm not kidding about this. Sure, you know not to wake a Barbarian, liable to get your arms chopped off, but Gnomes are worse. They can cast spells before they're fully awake, see? Still half dreaming. You haven't regretted a decision quite like getting polymorphed first thing in the morning. |
40 | That flintlock you have there, may I see it? Ah, this reminds me of the rifle used by the infamous Tabaxi mage-slayer Odd Song Sung. I tracked that master assassin across this land, to-and-fro. Through battlefields and ruined cities older than you can fathom, yet she always stayed one step ahead. The last time I saw her, atop a tower above the street of Mordhau, eschewing her sights to read the charms she hung from the barrel of her weapon with fine chains as the winds of death shifted through them. I charged up those stone stairs faster than I have ever moved in all my days. But when I burst onto that damn platform there was nothing save for a single scrap of parchment held under a lose stone. 'Goodbye my friend' it said in a curling script, 'it has been an honour fleeing you'. I never saw that Tabaxi again. |
41 | When you're in those swamps, never, I repeat, never follow the lights, I've seen what happens, some might drown in the muck, others might get ambushed by lizardfolk, those are the lucky ones, the unlucky ones, they get torn to shreds the fog itself ripping them to shreds like a butcher, so fast they don't have time to scream...I've seen things, are you sure you still want to go out there? |
42 | ... and so there 'e was when Oi' saw 'em, bold as a blacksmith strikin' hot-steel, 'e struck that demon on the fore'ead wif 'is fryin' pan! Oi'll ne'er outlive the day! Oi' outlived 'em tho' tha's fer sure, poor bloke 'uz ripped in 'alf shortly thereafter, e' wuz! But Ser Percivale 'e bought tha' rest'a us poor blighters enough time for Brofver Caedsmuire to Banish em, and tha's th' reason Oi' carry this f'oine fryin' pan on me belt, see? 'Sides from bein' "imm-a-nent-ally prack-ti-cal", it's one-a-them "Me-minty.. Me-minnow.. Me-mento Mor-as" and prack-ti-klee an "'oly relic"! |
43 | I used to be a blacksmith, but I got run out of town after a string of unlucky lasses had bairns which looked a mite too much like me. I ever tell you the time I had to shoe the Lord of the Nine Hells' Mare? A Nightmare they calls 'em, and she tweren't no mare, I tells yah... well, anyway she were a mite skittish, and so I took hold of her bridle and trotted her a bit, and I tell you each stride of hers was seven leagues, and dragged me along for the ride, and each time she would stop at the house of a lonely local lass and t'wouldn't budge a step afore I had made a call, then after that mare she'd take another step (with me for the ride) to the next maid's cottage, and on and on you see... |
44 | My party would agree but I was the worst bard they ever had. Let me tell you a story to illustrate how bad I was. So here we were taking the time to refresh ourselves in the city when we find out that the town is using some weird magic to keep the place going, some type of sinister version of Druid magic. So there we were investigating when my party member ups and attacks one of the guards because they were in our way despite all of us agreeing to be discreet. So in a panic and also because I felt bad for the guy I casted healing word in hopes of maybe getting the guards off our back by being nice. Well I took out my flute and blew the flattest note my ears have ever heard and I saw that man cough up blood because regardless. If that situation wasn’t so crazy I would’ve laughed my head off that I actually hurt someone with healing word but hey you live and learn and I needed a lot to learn. |
45 | Wanna know how I got these scars? Biggest dragon you've ever seen...probably the ugliest too. Anyways me and my mates were hacking him up when he took a wild swipe at me because I insulted his gecko mother. So there we were, me in his claws at least 500 feet in the air. I wrench myself free, climb up to his back and give him a good one two, ride his lifeless corpse all the way back to the hoard. We crash and I am launched noggin first into this beautiful baby I've on my back right now. This greataxe cut me up nice that day, but all the best lovers do that's what I always say! |
46 | You want to know where I got this sword huh? What if I told you I had to go the ninth hell and debate Asmodeus? Or the depths of pandemonium where I lost at least two friends and forgot one other? Mayhaps I got it from the githyanki pirates that killed my dog so I killed them all in return? Or maybe it was fashioned from the brain stem of the beholder that insulted my previous sword size? Perhaps I got it from the ancient vault of Dren'Dar the conquerer after we defeated his ancient blue dragon lover? Or perhaps I got it from Freaky Falzahad's Magic Emporium down the street? You'll have to buy me two or three more ales to find out, friend. |
47 | Trust me pal, the best part of adventuring is the food. You ever had dragon stew spiced with the ancient herbs found in a tomb and the marrow of a direboar? Ugh... Speaking of direboar...the tenderloin with a little high altitude mashed potatoes gardened by an centaur? You havent lived friend. Or granita (fruit ice) made by various fruits you had frozen during a fight with a white dragon? Refreshment for days. I could go on for years my friend, but I have another dish calling my name, until next time! |
48 | I lost this hand fighting sirens a mile off the coast, oh... ten years back, I reckon. I keeps a leather pouch of the bones to remind me of my mortality; each drilled and filled with a mix of tin, lead, and a shaving from a single sterling peice, blessed by a priest of Saint Quimbles; and etched with the runes. Shalls I cast them and divine thy fate? |
49 | Best not to deal with nobility who ask for discretion in carrying out their tasks. Better yet, best not to accept a blabbermouth into your ranks. Best not travel to the shadiest part of town and loudly announce your search of information on an assassination plot. Best not to blindly follow the kind old gentleman out of town, as he knows the the assassins' hideout. Best not to let your guard down and invite an ambush on your friends. Best not leave them to their deaths in desperation towards saving your own skin. Best not let your past force you into a life of running and hiding. Best not to deal with nobility who ask for discretion. |
50 | There we were, about to be over-run by the damned, our backs against the fallen portcullis, when out of 'er satchel Sister Bloeddwyd Angelique pulled forth the candle prepared by the Holy-Matron and blessed by the Light. When she lit her taper, the candle shone forth a light fit to blind us! She placed the candle in the lock of the portcullis and a great flash and shout of a hundred wrathful angels blew us an opening! I'd not be sitting here telling you the tale were it not for her! |
51 | Never underestimate a Kobold, ye hear? Me brothers in arms wound up as food in thier cook fires, and I'd be there too if'n I didn't high-tail it the moment I saw those first traps! Oh, aye, you call me a coward, but I'll ne'er go down any hole where'st I's s'pect them scaly buggers to be lurkin'! You's best be doin' the same as I, and mind yourself! Mark me words! |
52 | Aye, nowhere, no place in this world leaves you weary as the blasting fields. Scores of brave men and women have been swallowed by the harrowed place. For what? Glory. Ha. Riches. What vanity we had. The earth rumbles with every step you take. The smell burns your eyes and the air takes your senses. Me and my mates, brave as we once were, never feared it though. We should’ve. We should’ve feared the jets of fire that shot out like columns holding the sky above. But we didn’t. No. We marched, knowing the dangers. Knowing the risks. Knowing the rewards. Damn our arrogance. If we weren’t foolhardy enough to turn at the sight of that place, we certainly hadn’t the mind to beware the creatures that called the place home. That’s where I found out how true horror felt. How it seeps into your bones. |
53 | I was a hired by a small band of naïve adventurers to guide them through the mountain passes in early winter. We should have turned back when the skies began to darken. But the gold... The storm hit hard and a thick, heavy blanket of snow covered every discernable landmark. The storm continued without end. I soon lost my way but, I kept that to myself. Because, the gold... Wolves took two of them in the dead of night, one froze to death after falling through the ice, and the last one? After six days in that frozen hell, I was the only one to walk out. But the gold... |
54 | (While tuning a lute) Have I played "The Mouse and the Magister" for you yet? That used to be my specialty. Never failed to get the people clapping and the gold flowing. Now how did it go? "La de da... mouse..." That's not it. When I played this for the Queen of Names she made me a knight on the spot. That's a true story. You can call me Sir, please and thank you. "La de da de da... mouse..." Damn... Let me just play "Sunrise Over Waterdeep" for you again. |
55 | I'm telling you, first time I fought one it was called a Water Normal. That was many moons back now, you can believe that. Water Normals, used to pop out of wells in villages, just about every harvest, sure as the crops. Then a few decades go by and they're not so regular, we start to hear them called Water Uncommons. Over hunted, see? Nowadays you almost never see them. You worry much when you get water from a well? You're welcome. And so, yes, Water Weird, because they are now. |
56 | Just sos you know, you can dance with the dead in the pale moonlight. It ain't the dancin' that's the problem, it's the leavin' after. Their grip is a might bit stronger than a clamp o' iron. It probably wasn't worth the gold my pals bet me to do it. (He/she shows off a huge scar). You should've seen the other guy, though. |
57 | We once convinced a kobold colony to mine out a block of stone in the ceiling of a dragon's lair, dropping in on their head. Dragon problem done just like that, though, those damn kobolds did drive us out before we managed to take a share of the dragon's hoard... |
58 | I only loved one man: Bernar was his name, and what a fine man he was. He could swing an axe like a twig, and drank brandy like it was water. I had to leave him, however... I took a contract to hunt down a hag. Turns out my suspicions were right.. it was my mother in law! |
59 | Now, I COULD spend the next turn of the hourglass telling you lies about the best way to wield a longsword; lies I learned guarding the Duke, and learned were lies when the Masked Menace cut the Duke's Demon-possessed head clean off; but since you're buying me a drink, tell me a bit of your travels? |
60 | Throws his drink at the painting of a wealthy nobleman. Noble my rear end! I've seen that man make love to a sheep after just 2 cups of mead. That ironbrained oaf still owes me 30 gold pieces too. I won it fair and square in a card game. He said he was good for it and I let him off the hook at the time but I should've taken his thumb as collateral and I woulda been justified to do it too. The healer I ran with at the time could've put it back on 3 weeks later in just 10 minutes I tell ya. |
61 | That sure is a nice weapon you have there, young adventurer. But it's not about the size or value of the weapon, but the way that you use it. The older adventurer reaches for something strapped to their back and brings it into the younger adventurer's vision This here is "Pointy." My party and I were asleep in the forest one night, when I woke up surrounded by goblins and the sounds of screaming and crunching. No weapons, no armor, and my fellow adventurers were already as good as dead. The only thing nearby was this one strong, arm-span long, and unusually pointy stick. It must have been sent by divine beings that cast pity on me because it seemed to shine as I quickly reached for it. I picked it up, and I just started jabbing it at every goblin that came near me. Quick thrusts. I aimed for the eyes. I was there all night, and, just as I was about to collapse from exhaustion, the sun started to rise, and the goblins, many of whom were missing at least one eye each at this point, retreated. Ever since then, I have always kept Pointy with me to remind me that the most humble of tools can have the greatest of effects, to remind me of my lost comrades, and, well, in case of goblins. |
62 | Speaking of alcohol, if you ever go to the Pinepoint Inn down the street NEVER drink more than one pint of their Hunter's Meade. I know it may be delicious, but I did it a couple of years ago and I woke up in a cave surrounded by a group of Kobolds who apparently started worshiping me as their new regent. Took me three weeks to get out of there! I can hold my liquor, but I'm never drinking Hunter's Meade again. |
63 | The Icy Wastes are cold, cold, cold I tells ya! Only madmen and the darkest of evil travels there! I lost a hand and a leg to the cold, after I followed the Lost Prince and the Crusade to find the Egg! We found the Egg alright; it was beautiful, like a singular jewel, just sitting there on the altar of the Icy Temple, glittering for all to see! Then the men began to scream and freeze into place! I ran away, dragging my frozen limbs, of fifty men that went in, only three returned, and the Prince was not one of them! |
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Testing testing; check one two – DWT is live once again on Reddit! submitted by Dad1903 to DadsWeeklyTreble [link] [comments] Terrific, terrific stuff Alas – promotion has remained minimal; a time away in the shadows I thought best after last weeks non-event. The missing match - Dundee Utd / st johnstone - was replayed there in midweek. A draw. So if it had been transferred - fuck all back anyhow. Not officially (which is summat I guess) - but for all intensive purposes; another whitewash. Ah no. Rest assured - I'll be making sure the asterisk is set in bold type explaining the break in flow as displayed by the progress checker spreadsheet. Regardless - the need for the fucking asterisk in the first place; unacceptable. In between of course; a more ridiculous set of images you're very unlikely to see. Pricks aplenty making a right cunt of themselves on display by the fucking thousand. A big place the States of course - but the effort made by many to attend the event and be a proper off the chain crazy bastard, is indicative of a real issue evident. In terms of polar opposite mindsets, I've oft being fairly comfortable with accepting theres many whose opinion I cannot change. The aim mainly, to at least pry open the door of acknowledgment, make the cunt aware - and hope the journey life takes them on exposes them to more and more rational thought and has them adjust things from within (thus voluntarily spreading the good word of the more fundamental levels of common sense and decency to the other folks they do life together with). Impossible of course to keep track of the efforts made, given none of these pricks are ever seen or heard from again...hope more than anything. Anyone or anything can have a key influence on something amazing happening of course; the best of things occur free of outside influence - beauty appearing purely based on random events clashing. Terrific of course - but often theres not time available, to be waiting on diamonds forming or whatever pish. The studying of behaviours makes discoveries; yadda yadda - 'look at what we've made by fusing these two things together'. The definitiveness of science, makes achieving new exciting stuff possible as fuck. The same ethos applied to human behaviour not quite as efficient alas; if anything the textbooks of study fattening by the month - 'oh sure - we sussed that in many occurences, these actions will suffice; but we also discovered a whole other mess of crap whilst we were doing pish related to the original problem. In essence - 5 times more work created (at a guess)'. A seemingly infinite number of potentials therefore available to any human being; the potential for unexpected behaviour off the scale. This ball of debris has grown in size rapidly over the last 12+ months - reasons fairly obvious - but the chaos caused by a few quickly implemented laws to abide by, is a stark reminder of just how many mindsets there are out there these days. Sure it wasn't quite as simple as good v evil in times gone by - but these days, the heightening of splinter activity really seems to have gone into hyperspace. With tools to put your voice out there available for a few bangers, the oppurtunity to talk at the world, is oft too good to turn down (no exactly innocent of such behaviour myself tbf haha). Folk having outlandish opinion is nothing new of course - but with only the folk in range to spout the pish to, oft the voice got crushed quickly under the weight of apathy. Now - you can meet a cunt exactly like you from all over the place anywhere in the world (that has internet). Any activity where theres a few cunts involved, plans made - actual intent to inflict/perform/abuse....thats the properly scary stuff. One serial killer - terrible. Two serial killers working together...how, why and where did this relationship blossom? The conversation between the two turns sinister...who commits first to admitting they're a fucking mad cunt? Confusing that folk think they can just lay that shite out there and be filled with expectancy they're on their way to a fun filled life of horrendous activity. Whats happening in the world where they feel comfy enough just casually discussing jailworthy activity? Ach I don't know - the human mind. Loads of work to do yet - hoo mama. Every week of late the mantra here has been detailing an emphasis on no nonsense - well I do believe that this weeks effort is the actual proper qualifier for this monicker. A solid combo combining the very fibre of elements that make up the DWT formula; at the very least a double seems solid. Not that I'm making do - I don't want to get into settling of course; more of an effort here to draw attention to the solidity of things. I'm of no doubt we're getting all of them trotting over the line and finally - FINALLY - denting that negative that has weighed the ship down for so so long. A smidge away from tipping over £300 - scary stuff. The sweat produced from the worry is harvested however and turned into fuel; from the energy we prosper 😎. So to wrap up - no longer at play, we gather all to say - we do things different today, lets go make some fucking hay. Reddit Running Total (RRT) currently sits at -£298.57. Ah no. I’m not promoting it in the slightest to be put on; it's purely to be completely transparent about where the beans I'm spilling are being pushed towards – this is after all, a Life Experiment: Can a useless old arsehole prosper under strict weekly gambling conditions? Word of warning; prior to this – not really. The sticky clarifies - but just to reiterate - here's the format...DRS20 is Dads Recommended Spend: £20. This is a lot of money granted - and I would encourage absolute apprehension if this sort of money represents life altering for you personally if zero is returned. I’m lucky enough to be able to afford to lose £20 in a week; but confess that if I got no return for say, 20 weeks in a row - I would likely be without something I value (a streaming service or summat). I don’t take it lightly. Four bets are placed with this outlay; a £5 Treble (DWT) and three £5 Doubles. Generally if two come up, the bet is covered (up or down £2 or so). My gambling prowess is pretty much a joke; so whilst I advertise, I in no way qualify them as a given. I’m a prick with plenty bollocks to spout is all. This is how I frame it. So here it is - the one that recognises the added tension caused by last weeks non-adventure and vows to delivery action, joy and elation in equal measure: Its DWT34 https://i.redd.it/gzyv2xxkanb61.gif
16.63/1 we get for this selection – terrific. Over 17's last week; over 16's this week - the lands of teen now residence of the DWT for now 2 weeks running (albeit last weeks was scrubbed from the record books owing to postponement. Ah no). Fairly apparent this one is, in the hunt up there at the front of the race and no mistake. Really could do with summat right out of the traps tbh; last weeks damp squib really deflated the figurative dinghy...chuck in the Dons being postponed not once but fucking twice - football was the source of much disdain over the last week. Still - over the rut we are; the delay soon forgotten when this cheeky number strolls home 😎 NOTTINGHAM FOREST now 6 games undefeated; the ship well and truly steadied. Home they are again; which will hopefully add emphasis to the need to bang in a few more goals, having thrust home just 1 or less in the last 5. But here - now we've a semblence of confidence; its time for flair and invention to take precedent. Its only millwall - fuck em. PETERBOROUGH UNITED at a price that had me do a bitty more delving that perhaps necessary...but nowt tells me they'll foresee any more problems than most other weeks. Any doubt in their energy was soon chucked out the window after they laid Portsmouth to the sword midweek (5-1 for the love of fuck). victory keeps them on the edge of the auto-places; 12 goals scored in their last three home games suggests in the baggedness aplenty. SCUNTHORPE UNITED Okay - a pretty obvious keystone this week are Scunthorpe; but hear me out - away to fellow strugglers barrow they are - very winnable. Beat them last time out in a tight affair; but they have that edge at least. Away form patchy; a defeat last time out - but after going 2-1 down in the first ten minutes, ran the game until a 93rd minute sealer. Before that a couple of 1-0's; they're at the races most the time. a wee rub of greenery and hey presto I reckon. Nowt like the presence of near foes to motivate. So there we have it – nostalgia, hope and determination all apparent in equal measure. This time we do it right; wind in the sails – and off across the ocean in search of new worlds. A powerful pirate ship hunting high and low for treasures. Raise the fucking flag - the good ship DWT is back and ready to provide for its crew. If you play; play safe. DRS20 as always people. Frustration at the amount won, is better than the heartache at the amount lost. https://preview.redd.it/i5lwjtdianb61.jpg?width=630&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=7c4c9aa72f08f162731e31c7f25a640f147c50f4 |
Testing testing; check one two – DWT is live once again on Reddit! submitted by Dad1903 to DadsWeeklyTreble [link] [comments] Terrific, terrific stuff Alas – promotion has remained minimal; but we've now in our possession, a wee snifter of a chance to properly leap aboard the success train. Admittedly this snifter is based on nowt more than the run of horror being ended - but additional to that; there was a strange couple of incidents surrounding the number 69 (see Twitter for details). Admittedly - notable only really for the fact 69 was involved (easy minded). But thats the noteworthiness there in itself - I'd have surely noticed a chance 69 occurrence or two if it'd been apparent previously. 69 - what does it mean? Theres the linkage to coitous of course; but away from that - there's the less coarse noteworthiness of ying and yang: pushed together, the numbers interlock as if, finally - they have found the positions required to fuse and be as one. DWT and Victory - which is 6 and which is 9 - it matters little. the fusion removes the barriers of former association. Here - I'm no a filofax of all things repeated link occurrences; but 2 within a week - thats summat. Summat to pay heed to and to take confidence from. Dismissing rewards and becoming accustomed to skeptitude, is a road tarred with regret and frustration: 'I should have...' 'If only I'd...' Impractical of course to grasp hold confidently to any and all random encounters and possibles - but well worth doing a smidge of research on whatever slips itself into your field of vision (aside from the nigerian prince type obvious pish). My journey towards the inevitable destination of spirituality, has been one filled with tests - harsh lessons learnt and no fucking mistake. Akin to any challenge - the problems lie within your own doubt and lack of belief. Laid bear - the achievements successfully processed, by the best of the best at each and every thing there is to be the best at - are all unforeseen and random. Noone knows precisely when and where a new best will be set, even by the achiever themselves. The combination of good surrounding them at that time equated to elation...it can't be rushed, it can't be forced - it's a force that guides you. I've lost count of the number of times my bottle has been dropped and smashed on the floor; a wee game of pool - out to a giant lead; me on the black, the other cunt on all his yellows still...yadda yadda - defeated. Dinnae get me wrong - I'm no an exclusive to failure type cunt; theres been many many smooth and silky victories over the years - pizazz a fucking plenty. But raw in my mind, are manys an occasion where I'm in the ascendency - in particular in the sense of a knife edge being balanced upon....Pot this one ball - this straight shot into the corner....no other balls in the way - just tap it in. Just tap it in now. Just tap-tap-tap a roo....missed. The back straightens sharply, eyes burning a hole in the black ball, as it trickles slowly away from the intended target. Its been a while since I've had my hands wrapped around a pool cue; the memories still hurt. Sports are all competitive and difficult to make inroads into at the best of times. At my age, if there's no indication of any kind of raw talent - move on to the next one. Did the usual merry-go-round through the usual ones; once they were exhausted then onto the less so ones. Nowadays - none. An acceptance my set of tools are alas not of the calibre required to make any sort of worthwhile progress. Those who can't do teach of course; and whilst placing wagers is perhaps another topic potentially set to be tossed on the 'tried and failed' pile - its one where I've finally achieved peace of mind. Acceptance I will never be the best specifically at harvesting huge lumps of cash - but also recognising that in itself, the path woven is worthy of highlighting (given the content is of a magnetic enough calibre). Free of the shackles of expectancy - expression and artistic license can be turned to for inspiration, offering others the opportunity to lay eyes on something other than the what have you. Whether it takes precedence over the what have you is the thing. Then once thats got some traction - beginning the quest towards when DWT eventually itself becoming the what have you; familiar hellos and nods - part of the landscape. This happening I'm hoping will result in the draining of stress and mental anguish I carry around with me; fingers crossed 🤞 The feelings on this weeks effort are much akin to last week; its all on the keystone. She fell out last week alas - but this week we have home advantage in our Keystone affair; suddenly things get a good smidge more attractive. The good news accompanying this, is the odds are a lot more generous than they were for last weeks Keystone; and as such we've got something here that I like to refer to as, 'The Perfect Storm'. We may be going up and down and side to side quite violently - but one things for sure; we'll have a terrific prosperous time 😎. So to wrap up - now we've broken the curse, put the rot in reverse - we slip a hand into the purse, there's a plan to rehearse. Reddit Running Total (RRT) currently sits at -£303.43. Ah no. I’m not promoting it in the slightest to be put on; it's purely to be completely transparent about where the beans I'm spilling are being pushed towards – this is after all, a Life Experiment: Can a useless old arsehole prosper under strict weekly gambling conditions? Word of warning; prior to this – not really. The sticky clarifies - but just to reiterate - here's the format...DRS20 is Dads Recommended Spend: £20. This is a lot of money granted - and I would encourage absolute apprehension if this sort of money represents life altering for you personally if zero is returned. I’m lucky enough to be able to afford to lose £20 in a week; but confess that if I got no return for say, 20 weeks in a row - I would likely be without something I value (a streaming service or summat). I don’t take it lightly. Four bets are placed with this outlay; a £5 Treble (DWT) and three £5 Doubles. Generally if two come up, the bet is covered (up or down £2 or so). My gambling prowess is pretty much a joke; so whilst I advertise, I in no way qualify them as a given. I’m a prick with plenty bollocks to spout is all. This is how I frame it. So here it is - the one that is now ready to accept its fate and be propelled into hyperspace by our new friend, 69: Its DWT35 https://i.redd.it/dly6lj9t11d61.gif
22.32/1 we get for this selection – terrific. Over 16's last week; over 22's this week - there's now maybes no so much of an expectant glance these days; the consistency of price is not one to hang the hat off of. But generally I find after a wee bitty of success, I generally react in a glisteny-eye type way and push the boat out. This week no different then - the scales tipping over the 20 mark; a land I enjoy if I'm honest. The journey one much more befitting of the vessel The Good Ship is - eager for confrontation jousting and challenging obstacles. Final checks all round - but we've a trio of heroes here afore you today; mark my fucking words people 😎 QUEENS PARK RANGERS caught my eye there a wee whiley ago after hearing the news Charlie Austin had re-signed; a terrific wee cunt he is. First game back - and a goal in a 2-0 winning effort over Luton away. Back to Loftus Road for the first home outing this week; Pugfaces derby in town to provide the challenge. In good spirits they'll be after getting the first win of the Pugface regime there in midweek - that the second of two they've played whilst QPR have been resting and waiting for today. Hat-trick for the man of the moment, wouldnae be a surprise if you ask me. PETERBOROUGH UNITED caused plenty joy last week; and at a price that claws at my cuff saying 'pickme-pickme-pickme' - shall do Peterborough son 😎. Perhaps a tougher ask than last - away from home to ipswich, who find themselves 4 points back from the visitors. But a home record that shows 4 defeats ib the last 5, plus a scoreline that read 1-4 to Peterborough last time - dinnae fret. In the fucking satchel 👍 WIGAN ATHLETIC are our Keystone this week - 29/10 for a home affair against fleetwood. I've been watching the form of fleetwood since Joey B left; and no wins since. 6 free of a victory; 3 defeats in a row - the sting of change not yet repaired. Sure its got to end sometime; but in Wigan we have a mob who are battering in goals aplenty at the moment - 7 goals for in their last 2, both away from home. they score early, they could be in for a properly terrific hammering. Lets see what happens. So there we have it – nostalgia, hope and determination all apparent in equal measure. This time we do it right; wind in the sails – and off across the ocean in search of new worlds. A powerful pirate ship hunting high and low for treasures. Raise the fucking flag - the good ship DWT is back and ready to provide for its crew. If you play; play safe. DRS20 as always people. Frustration at the amount won, is better than the heartache at the amount lost. https://preview.redd.it/47frcevp11d61.jpg?width=630&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=4b3d50e48f89de6a606d7ae74fafaa40dbc0dbf4 |
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