Capitan Dale reports on the highs, lows and the good, the bad and the ugly. Click here

Capitan Dale has compiled the stats for the season, if you can bear it have a look. Click here

Coming soon (honest Dale)

Every year the Senior Management hand out the awards to the players and support staff of the Extra 'C', click here for the details.

Billed as Super Saturday and given a three line whip from Capitan Dale there was a good turnout from the Extra 'C' at HQ Flyboat to see if England could at least not make a total arse of the game

The crowd consisted of stalwarts such as Mick 'Honest I'm a Paddy the Scouse' Murphy, Dave 'Pink really is my colour' Allen, the ever present Giblin brothers - Paul and Dave, Sean 'Misunderstood' Sykes aka ZZ (how you can misunderstand 'Do that again and I'll twat you' is left to the readers imagination - bear in mind we are talking about two front row players, our esteemed Capitan Dale and an assortment of Extra 'C' players such as Mad Jack, Johnny Gobshite, Hymie, Pingu , Tricky 'If I run in a straight line up the field it will ruin my good looks' Dicky and yours truly Ghandi

The late afternoon and evening were spent watching Scotland get a good drumming at the hands of an Irish side that looked well in need of an injection of tallent - which just goes to show how crap the haggis munchers are at present

With the celtic battle well and truly settled things looked good for a record crowd to watch England take on the Cheese Eating Surrender Monkeys (CESM) and hopefully produce a performance that we could be proud of. Sadly, injuries took their toll and only the younger element (less that fifty years old) were left by the kick-off

Despite all pre-match Ibbo style predictions the team got off to a good start and the core Extra 'C' supporters responded in their usual style by upping the drinking and smoking rate by a good margin and preceding to spout much well uninformed b******s about various individual players and 'How I would do things if I were in charge'

To the joy and somewhat amazement of everbody present we beat the Frenchies well and can look forward to stopping the smug leek and daffodil lovers from getting their way

The evening carried on in to the night with well deserved celebrations all round and was only marred by an unprovoked attack on my sartorial elegance by the Capitan (pictures and a full report to follow).