The deadline has passed! No more tinkering. The game is on. The FFUK mini league is ALIVE AND KICKING! We are RECORD BREAKERS and we are GOING LIVE!
Congratulations! We have all made it into the league and we smashed records in the process! Thank you to each and every one of you for joining the FFUK family.
UPDATED LATEST FFUK NUMBERS:
Number of Teams in the FFUK league: 196*
Expected Prize Money: £1960 *
*subject to: confirmed league numbers being, all payments received and unclaimed teams verified
Please note that the league remains open if you have friends who have signed up to the game they can still join the league before 10pm on Monday evening (at the end of the Chelsea Vs West Ham game).
FFUK is officially ALIVE AND KICKING for the 2016/17 season, so what better time for a nostalgic look back at the Premier League over the years. How many players do you recognise in the video below?
Before the onslaught of the new season is upon us let us sit back and ponder. Is there time for a poem? Don’t worry, Pete didn’t write this one! All the Credit for this must go to MOTD commentator Alistair Mann with this beauty ahead of what is going to be an amazing season…
An Ode to 2016/17
So much has altered everywhere
As all the squads try to prepare
For the battle long and testing
Upon their laurels no-one’s resting.
New incumbents north and south
Words of comfort from each mouth
All are here to reach their goals
Backed by loyal hopeful souls.
Many feel the city of rain,
Has the best chance to attain
No-one quite sure red or blue
Pep’s a winner but Jose’s too.
The capital’s the place to be
For there’s so much expectancy
The young Spurs boys, could they go far
Or Arsene’s final great hurrah?
And what of those who still believe
That titles are theirs to achieve
Could Anfield now rise to the top
With Jurgen’s baying, hopeful Kop?
And what of they whose crown was snatched
A plot their owner has now hatched
To leave the smarting blue battalion
In the hands of a suave Italian.
Then there is the chasing pack,
Those established to attack
Pardew, Koeman, Bilic, Hughes,
All to gain and nought to lose.
The Saints again are in transition
Guidolin knows well his mission
While David’s back in Wearside
Trying to restore some pride.
And what of those whose aims are humble
Who now know Howe they shouldn’t crumble.
Tony’s done it for years and years
While for Walter this holds few fears.
To they who’ve battled to return
From painful memories all must learn
From the Humber to the Tees
There are no Claret guarantees.
And last but certainly not least
To those who now on pizza, feast.
Retain their title, don’t be silly,
Is that E.T. in Piccadilly?
Expectations, so much hope
But who, with pressure, will now cope?
The final questions in the air
Will Gary present in his underwear?
Just remember FFUK: its rude to stare 😉