Two from Dalzell as seconds cruise it!
Beelzebub eyes encroaching cold front and doubles down on woolly hat futures, porcine-kind finish Biggles read-a-thon and throw chocs to the four winds. Meanwhile away from the ethereal plain, Big Massey rustles around the dugout for his elusive mojo before being lured onto the pitch with a strategically placed interesting looking camshaft deposited at left…
