Another small-town club have, most probably by complete fluke, made their way a good way up the FA Cup, as one manages every year.

Shrewsbury Town, a shoddy half-arsed excuse for a football team from Shropshire, last week defeated Premier League side Everton.

This occurrence, in accordance with the laws of probability, is fairly regular, since we have so many crap football clubs that it would be nigh-on impossible for one random entrant not to make it a reasonable way up the championship on an annual basis.

However, the usual local furoré has ensued, with souvenir T-shirts and other colourful crap being freely distributed around the town.

“It was the most amazing event of my life,” said Professor Francis Bargle, an unlikely Shrewsbury supporter, “I never thought I’d see a side like Everton play at a ground with a name like ‘Gay Meadow’.” Playing on home turf was seen by many supporters to be a key advantage for Shrewsbury, despite the silly name; “I’m fairly sure I heard some Everton fans shouting ‘up the Shrewsbury at Gay Meadow’, or something,” speculates Bargle.

Everton supporters are uniformly disappointed with their side's performance. "We were robbed," said one Scouser, carrying three lamp-posts, a bicycle pump and a bench with a 'Shrewsbury

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Atcham Borough Council' plaque on it.

Shrewsbury’s next clash is due to be with another Premier League side, Chelsea, and, in accordance with the laws of probability, they’ll lose that just as certainly as a random team had to win the week before.