He might be a flat-cap wearing lunatic, but he’s our lunatic. After every game, home and away, you can bet your left nut that Sobs will be scurrying to his nearest computer screen, grizzled notebook at the ready, to tap in his bewildered observations of the match. We couldn’t let Sobs’ stuff disappear into the annals of the ALS archive forever, so we have collected the man’s mumblings here. Welcome to the world of Sobs…