To help you all deal with Saturday's anxiousness.
PSALM (for match) 23
> Eddie Howe is the gaffer, we shall not want anyone else.
> He maketh us to rise up the leagues. He leadeth us to the Premier League.
> He restoreth our confidence. He leadeth us in the paths of Fletch and MacDougall for Cherries’ sake.
> Yea, though we walk through the valley of Carrow Road, we will fear no Canaries. For the Dutchman and the Columbian are with us, the Scot and the Englishmen will reward us.
> He preparest Table (and Rob, DJ, Neil, Ken, Bill, gazzy, Top and the rest) in the presence of our worry. He anointest the local and the exile. Our Cup run is not over.
> Surely Max and Eddie shall preserve us all the days of this season, and we shall dwell in the Court of (structa) Dean forever.