blimey… that one smarts, it does. The unbeaten run’s gone up the apples and pears, and the lads sit round chinwagging about it... Dry Powder style

The New England Revolution have gone an’ nicked five points on the trot this week...on the bloody road, no less! So we gotta ask, do we have the best young wingback pairin’ in the whole bloody league? The Dry Powder Lads are here to suss it out, no muckin’ about!

**we’re off next week, so that’s even more time for you lot to get off yer arses and chuck some mailbag questions our way**

Blimey, our heads are spinnin’ like Ivacic in a tumble dryer after that one. The good, the bad, and the proper ugly are all gettin’ the once-over from the Dry Powder Lads. Is this team any good? We might never know

Woke up with a start this morning, thought I’d overslept or something, but turns out it was just my brain reminding me there's a brand spankin new episode of the Dry Powder Pod. Lovely stuff.

TEN bleedin’ episodes and we’re still going strong with the cheeky banter and New England Revolution gab! Episode number TEN’s a right belter too. We’re celebrating ten glorious weeks of podcasting gold! AND for the first time in the history of Dry Powder we’re takin’ on not one but TWO footy matches. That’s right, a double scoop of analysis served up for all our dedicated listeners. This one’s a proper doozy! Get stuck in!

The bleedin Revvies only went and nicked another one on the road, didn’t they? That’s four on the trot, mate! Dry Powder Lads had a few technical difficulties, but we still got an episode out 'cause this ain’t the kind of win you just let slide! Raise your pints, lads. All hail that legend Porter!

Cookin’s on, innit? And the chef? Blimey, it’s none other than Caleb bloody Porter.. We strolled right into Bank o’ America Stadium, nicked three points like a bunch of right cheeky lads, Porter style, no less! The Dry Powder Lads are here to chinwag about this bonkers win and have a cheeky convo about the ol’ optimism meter.

The lads only went and got their revenge, didn’t they? Gave them NYC wankers a right proper wallopin’ on home turf. Lookin’ sharp as a butcher’s knife doin’ it too! The Dry Powder geezers huddle up to talk about the big ol’ dub and toss a few spicy words at the bleedin’ refs while they’re at it.