Hello and welcome back to another episode of what it feels like to let someone piss in your eyes except their piss is bleach, also known affectionately as Football League Trophy Manager. If you wish to catch up with last weeks shenanigans, you can do so here.

We left the table looking like this after almost 29 games for all. As the saying goes, bleachy piss rolls downhill and Ross is soaking. 17 points clear, we’re just playing until Rob’s championship is confirmed. Pools panel verdict? Nobody cares.

Welcome back to a blog so dry Zak’s hamster has gone bald from boredom. What have we been feeding you? If you momentarily forgot why you existed, you can catch up here.

We left last week with Rob still top despite a few bumps and the loss of key players.

Hello, and welcome back to what happens when you run out of ideas. We’ll try and bring some entertainment out this week, but it’s tough up here in the Scottish third division. If you missed last week, you can peel your retinas off with a bic razor here.

The cups are back, which means little to no league action in this here episode. News just in:

Hello there! Nice to see you, to see us not so nice. If you missed last week, by all means catch up on your sleep here. Anyway, back to watching this week’s paint dry. How did we leave the table?

Welcome back to hell in a cell, also known as the Football League Trophy. If you missed last week and would dearly like to catch up, you can clean your eyes with sandpaper here. Where did we leave things?

Hello and welcome back to another week of are they still here. Yes. Yes, we are. Where’s Philip though? F*** knows. If you missed last week, and you want the sensation of rubbing broken glass in your eyes, well, you can catch up here.

How did we leave the table last week?