The Driftaway Fantasy Football League

         Founder  -  Lewis Trahar;        Secretary  -  Dave Trahar;       Honorary President  -  John Charles  R.I.P.;        Honorary Chairman  -  Baldy Pevsner  O.G.

This is the Home Page of the Driftaway Football League.
Use the links in the left column to navigate to the page you're interested in and have a good old nose around in all the other managers' business - you know you want to. 

You, of course, will do better than these cheerful chappies. You will home in on the new superduperstars before the ink on their contracts is dry. Your defence will keep out more strikers than Arthur Scargill, and your attack will score more than Don Juan, Lothario, and Little Billy Kershaw combined. You will be unstoppable - the behemoth; the Kraken; the Juggernaut. And on that day my friend, Satan will be skating to work.

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THIS WEEK'S POINTS
























PLAYER POOL


REFFIN' HELL


HEROES+VILLAINS


CARTWRIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP


JOHN CHARLES CUP


GRAPHS


THE RULES


SCHEDULE


INJURIES + SUSPENSIONS

CLOWNSHOES WALKOVER EVERYONE

 

 

 
OK then, the scuffling and agonising over selections are finished for another year, and Tom and his Clownshoes have cemented their long held lead (since week 30) into the Championship.  Adam's Romero lovers mange the best final week effort, with a massive 47 points, and there are several excellent last ditch performances.  The Dead Men grab a stylish 39 pointer, my Terror squad claim 37, and both the Champions and Departeta pull in 36s.  None of this makes any difference to the final league positions, though, and there are no changes in the order.

Well done to all the successful managers, and commiserations to those whose teams turned out to be full of injury prone timewasters. I know the feeling all too well.

I'll shortly be in touch with the prizewinners - that's the Champions, the Cup winners, Old Nick's Chopper winner and Cartwright winner - to sort the details of their winnings, but don't hold your breath because it'll likely take me over a week as I have some upcoming commitments which will claim a chunk of my time.

Meanwhile, have a warm and happy summer, and I'll be in touch about future developments later in the year.

JOHN CHARLES CUP FINAL

Slightly against expectations, both the top two teams failed reach the final, and it was Adam's Romero boys against Lew's Departeta for the trophy.  Both teams scored pretty well and there were one or two surprises during the afternoon.  Lewis was delighted to hear that Adam had left the mighty Gundogan on the bench, and was then devastated when his beloved Watford conspired to rob him of a Chelsea clean sheet.  Rather than witter on at length, I'll just show you the detailed scoresheet, below.



So, congrats to Adam for a worthy victory and sympathy to Lew, although bagging 36 with a 9 man team is pretty good going.

WEEK 38 REPORT

BO' SELECTA

A disappointing finish for me, as I was hoping for half a dozen victims to round off the season, but I must content myself with just one.  The fact that the one sucker is League Champion Tom and his Clownshoes gives me some comfort, but then again he only just qualifies for the ticket by dropping 11 points, so no fireworks.  Tom should have selected City's Rodri and the Spud Royal (sounds like a top dish from the Spudulike menu, don't it?) instead of Whammer Antonio and Scouser Keita to hang on to those 11 points, but it's good to know that he's only human.

PLAYER OF THE WEEK

This muscular poser is top January import Spud Kulusevski, who was rapidly recruited by the Clowns and Departeta, and has since earned them 60 points apiece.  This week's share is a mere dozen, racked up against the rapidly sinking Norwich defence.

OLD NICK'S CHOPPER

  Fittingly the Chopper finale was contested by the two big dogs, Clownshoes and Dead Men, who between them have led the League for 36 out of 38 weeks.  And, also fittingly, the prize is claimed by the Dead Men, who held that lead for 24 of the 36. The final reckoning was 39 to the Dead Men and 36 to the Clowns, so it's a shambling line of Krusty, Bozo, Pennywise, Fizbo and Ronald MacDonald who stand before the bloodstained block.  Well done, Yusef.

REFFIN' HELL

 
Nothing of note once more, and I am forced to the conclusion that VAR has actually improved matters, now that the whistlers have finally figured out how to use it.  All they need to do now is figure out how to use it quickly. 

 CARTWRIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP

The final numbers are in, and it looks like an easy win for my Terror squad, doesn't it?  We lost only twice, once to the Dead Men and once to Romero, and accrued an enormous plus 250 point differential in the 20 matches.  This time it was a 40 - 16 over Glorious Summer, while runner-up Clownshoes  bagged a 39 - 20 against Rickabilly.  Romero, Departeta and Gintastic all collected 36 points for 12 wins, Romero ending with a 50 - 24 over ZAHA!; Departeta 36 - 18 over Cap'n Hindsight; and the Gin slurpers 3 - 21 at Bush Hill Rangers. So we end with each of the top 5 teams beating one of the bottom 5, and no positional changes.  Not too surprising.

PREDICT A £MILLION

Just look at that swathe of green boxes - somehow the final week has produced a rash of correct predictions - well, correct-ish. Lew takes the completely irrelevant £2mill with a full house of correct calls including two correct scores. I nick the runner-up prize by getting 3 minutes closer to the Golden Goal than Gary, though we both called all 6 games.  Woulda been nice if one of us could have got near the £250K real money at some point, but there's always next season.

HIT PARADE & SKILLMEISTER