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This Weeks Winner Is Lucas Pollard

Welcome to the column that Tony Blair once described as "pointless". POW once woke up in a gutter, not knowing who/were he was or why his arse felt like it had been excavated by a JCB. The year was 1950 and POW was in a bit of slump. He had returned from the war an all conquering hero, the picture of him giving Hitler a wedgy was now world famous. But 5 years of booze and boobs left POW wondering where to go from here? Had POWs life finally peaked? Then while looking up at the stars seeking divine intervention, POW realised that like most of his problems this one could be solved by mocking the weak. So he made a few jokes about the Irish (God POW hates the Irish, which is why he started the whole potato famine in the first place) and he was instantly uplifted. The reason POW is recounting this frankly uneventful story is it shows that while you may be in a slump now you never know what small incident will be the catalyst to your revival. So to all my predicta brothers throwing the in towel, willing to settle for what you have got, why not make this week the week you kick on and make you claim for immortality!

The Predicta Leagues Most Famous Son, The Benchmark, The Torch Bearer, The Trail Blazer and the Southern Dandy, Lucas Pollard has been on a mission since the creation of the Predicta League to craft himself a legacy. Is he a man of the people like co-founder Martin? no, in fact he spends his birthdays alone, sitting around a cake crying. But as they say its lonely at the top. With this win Lucas moves 4th in the table which after his calamity filled start to the season is a miracle in itself. Is it to late for him to crack on even more and challenge for a top 3 spot? Maybe, but the man who doubts Lucas in The Predicta League is the man that doesn't know his history.

Round of Applause for Lucas Pollard