locally football show the oh yeah there's another round of games between boxing day and new year edition

today west ham's lack of fizz means they're now sans pellegrini as manwell makes way when life gives you limonata

make do with moise elsewhere arsenal burnt by late chelsea Chelsea comeback as Leno fumble makes Artetta grumble.

The sickly stench of Var emanates from armpits across the Premier League.

Dortmund swap Euros for Erling, Rangers win the Derby, all that and plenty more in this totally football show in association with Addie Power.

Yeah, you knew it was on the cards, listener, so many games in such a Paddy Power.

Yeah, you knew it was on the cards, listener.

So many games in such a short period was always going to necessitate a rotate up top.

I know, I know.

First your fantasy football team's decimated.

Thanks, Brendan.

Then your favourite podcast host gets taken out of the Red Zone.

But the good news is that even though it's me, Matt Davis-Adams, rather than Jimbo at the wheel, I've got a panel of such quality that it would make Dion Dublin shriek with glee, wear it in a three-bedroom mid-terrace in Swindon, and it was near the stairs going up to the bedrooms. There are your stairs going up to the bedrooms. Back over this decent Cyrus hallway. You've got the stairs going up to the bedrooms. You've got your stairs going up to your bedrooms.

So with me today, first up up, no sign of fatigue for this athletic associate, as he makes back-to-back pod appearances despite barely any recovery time. Hello, Raphael Honigstein. Hello. Alongside Raffer, another of his athletic brethren, the best-dressed person I know, and I know Jimbo, it's Carl Anker.

Carl, following on from Thursday's show and the Swedish Donald Duck Revelations,

I've been asked to ask you why your name is Carl Anker.

Because my dad did his master's degree in Copenhagen was informed about this,

thought it was quite funny, and then more or less sat on it and waited. So he originally wanted to call me a man or two, junior. My mum said no. Then wanted to call me George. My mom went, that's my older brother's name. And then in a sort of, all right, then, let's try this. Call him Carl for all I care. And my mom's gone, yeah, Carl.

That's a good name.

And didn't tell me until, well, he didn't tell me.

I waited until I was 21 years of age and I was on the chirps, as some might say, in a nightclub in West London.

I told the girl, my name was Carl Anke she went no it's not it is

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