| 00:00 - 00:03 | Exile remembered to predict every week and has fluked a win |
| 00:04 - 00:05 | He's eight points in front |
| 00:05 - 00:07 | with four games left |
| 00:08 - 00:12 | After many hilarious and dismal failures, EVEN HE can't balls it up from here. |
| 00:12 - 00:15 | Closing in on victory, he has become outrageously arrogant. |
| 00:17 - 00:19 | And where is Manchester? |
| 00:19 - 00:21 | He can't predict his way out of a paper bag |
| 00:24 - 00:26 | Mine Fuhrer |
| 00:27 - 00:28 | Manchester ... |
| 00:31 - 00:33 | Manchester is nine points and eleven places ahead |
| 00:34 - 00:36 | He's been taking the piss for weeks. |
| 00:53 - 00:58 | To remain are Jolly Johnny, Saddla, Morty and Belph |
| 01:13 - 01:15 | The flip is gewin on? |
| 01:15 - 01:17 | I'm the three times prediction league champion! |
| 01:18 - 01:23 | Only four unique predictors finished above me in 7 years! |
| 01:25 - 01:28 | I'm not even at 60 fricking points |
| 01:29 - 01:31 | Now where am I - 26th place? |
| 01:31 - 01:34 | I've only got three points twice |
| 01:34 - 01:37 | And not a single four points score |
| 01:37 - 01:40 | I'm not even in the top half! |
| 01:40 - 01:42 | Mine Fuhrer, any new league will be tricky |
| 01:42 - 01:46 | NOT IN THE TOP HALF, I'm below ''Pingu'' |
| 01:46 - 01:48 | Mine Fuhrer, your record is still magnificent |
| 01:48 - 01:52 | I can't find my flipping hairy arse ... |
| 01:53 - 01:54 | with both hands! |
| 01:56 - 01:57 | I smashed this two years ago |
| 01:57 - 02:00 | Everyone was like, oh it's you yet again |
| 02:00 - 02:03 | Another victory won at a canter |
| 02:04 - 02:08 | Another fabulous page written in the annals of my glorious domination |
| 02:08 - 02:13 | Manchester didn't post anything for 15 weeks, going off to 'find himself' |
| 02:14 - 02:16 | Finally returning to spam about Brexit and the tories |
| 02:17 - 02:21 | While I was choosing pictures of my latest coronation, with Stalin! |
| 02:27 - 02:29 | What happened to all the other fancied predictors? |
| 02:30 - 02:34 | It's mostly, but not all about ME. |
| 02:34 - 02:36 | What have the others been doing? |
| 02:41 - 02:42 | Absolutely useless. |
| 02:43 - 02:47 | That's the last time I copy Jolly Johnny, I'm going back to Stig 231 |
| 02:48 - 02:53 | And where was Belphagor - engineering the most dismal title defence of all time? |
| 02:54 - 02:56 | And Shrewsbury is second again |
| 02:56 - 02:59 | He was reluctantly admiring my consistency until last year |
| 03:00 - 03:02 | Now he wouldn't wipe his arse on my predictions |
| 03:04 - 03:07 | Never mind, there's always the Fantasy Premier League |
| 03:14 - 03:16 | I just can't rationalise it |
| 03:19 - 03:23 | ALL of my predictions were logical and based on good data, I feel |
| 03:25 - 03:26 | Absolutely shocking |
| 03:31 - 03:33 | I might have to start copying Manchester again |
| 03:40 - 03:46 | In the meantime, try and restore some dignity by bigging up a win over ''Professor Peach'' |
| 03:46 - 03:49 | Celebrating the remarkable 60 point threshold |
| 03:53 - 03:56 | Wank myself into a coma in the close season |
