Championes, Championes, Ole Ole Ole

So tired from the release of tension and emotion that it is hard to process the fact that it is all over. The Football Association allowed my beloved QPR to claim their rightfully-won Championship trophy. It is the old Football League trophy, and it is beautiful in its blue and white ribbons. Now for a summer of speculation - who shall stay and who shall go? Now for a summer of anticipation - how will we do against the Arsenals and the Manchester teams? Now for a summer of exposure - the Americans who watch the EPL on Fox will finally learn about the Superhoops! Three cheers and it's time to try and sleep.

Sick as a Parrot

We knew it. We knew it! It has been so hard to enjoy this season of QPR footballing superiority. All those wins and unbeaten runs were always under a shadow. We could not imagine what might be causing that shadow, but we knew that we could not trust and hope that the R's are going up. Then, last week, with his goal against Leicester, Ishmael Miller released a tsunami of belief that it was going to happen. It still may. QPR might still be promoted at the end of the season. We might be planning trips to Manchester and Liverpool. Or. OR the Football Association may punish the club and all the fans for the machinations and misdeeds of one Gianni Paladini. I do not have the words to express my disgust at what this man has done to my team and my football friends and to me. Read what Clive Whittingham has to say instead. He has some excellent words.