Dry Powder Pod

OI OI! EMERGENCY EPISODE! CALEB PORTER’S BEEN GIVEN THE BOOT! THE LADS ‘AV A CHAT ABOUT IT!

Lost again, playoffs are proper dead now. And the pod’s a mess—one man down, can’t be arsed to edit all this. Just grim all ‘round, innit?

Shambles out there, innit? Proper gutted, we are. Battled our bollocks off at home, gave it everything, but still came up short. And now the season’s done—no playoffs, no glory, just another year of fackin' what-ifs.

We don’t much bother wiv them press conferences, but we do luv a win on the road, we do. Is a bit of hope back on the bleedin’ menu, lads?

Nuvver week, ’nuvver loss on home turf. Might be our daftest episode yet, this one. Stick round till the end if ya fancy hearin’ the lads belt out some cheeky original tunes. This mailbag was well off the bleedin’ chain, it was.

Blimey! The lads finally drag their mugs down to Gillette, and the Revs nab their first bleedin’ win since bloody May! Coincidence? Nah, mate, that’s fate! The boys report back from their game day soakin’ in the sweet, glorious ecstasy of nickin’ three points on home turf!

We’re chattin’ bout Vermont Green takin’ the whole bleedin’ league and country by storm, plus a bunch of other juicy revs bits and bobs. Come have a proper laugh, won’t ya?

Well, our playoff hopes might be down the drain, but we’ve still got each other... and this bleedin’ podcast. Up the Green, innit!

We’ll get through this together, we will... even if the revs playoff chances are lookin’ a bit bleedin’ dodgy, innit. Porter out?

The lads watched this one together, they did, out in the middle of nowhere deep in the woods of rural Maine. Shame no one managed to stick it in the net, but we still had a proper laugh. This one was recorded right proper live straight after the match.

The Revs keep spillin’ points all over the shop, so we take anuvver deep dive into Pizza Hut’s footie connections

The lads are PISSED, demanding the triumphant return of Pizza Hut’s sacred pizza-calzone hybrid, The P’Zone! And if that weren’t enough, they’re havin’ a proper moan about the Revs nickin’ just one measly point from their last three showings at home. Things are lookin' bleak. But fear not… THE DRY POWDER LADS ARE SO BACK.

blimey… that one smarts, it does. The unbeaten run’s gone up the apples and pears, and the lads sit round chinwagging about it... Dry Powder style

The New England Revolution have gone an’ nicked five points on the trot this week...on the bloody road, no less! So we gotta ask, do we have the best young wingback pairin’ in the whole bloody league? The Dry Powder Lads are here to suss it out, no muckin’ about! **we’re off next week, so that’s even more time for you lot to get off yer arses and chuck some mailbag questions our way**

Blimey, our heads are spinnin’ like Ivacic in a tumble dryer after that one. The good, the bad, and the proper ugly are all gettin’ the once-over from the Dry Powder Lads. Is this team any good? We might never know

Woke up with a start this morning, thought I’d overslept or something, but turns out it was just my brain reminding me there's a brand spankin new episode of the Dry Powder Pod. Lovely stuff.

TEN bleedin’ episodes and we’re still going strong with the cheeky banter and New England Revolution gab! Episode number TEN’s a right belter too. We’re celebrating ten glorious weeks of podcasting gold! AND for the first time in the history of Dry Powder we’re takin’ on not one but TWO footy matches. That’s right, a double scoop of analysis served up for all our dedicated listeners. This one’s a...

The bleedin Revvies only went and nicked another one on the road, didn’t they? That’s four on the trot, mate! Dry Powder Lads had a few technical difficulties, but we still got an episode out 'cause this ain’t the kind of win you just let slide! Raise your pints, lads. All hail that legend Porter!

Cookin’s on, innit? And the chef? Blimey, it’s none other than Caleb bloody Porter.. We strolled right into Bank o’ America Stadium, nicked three points like a bunch of right cheeky lads, Porter style, no less! The Dry Powder Lads are here to chinwag about this bonkers win and have a cheeky convo about the ol’ optimism meter.

The lads only went and got their revenge, didn’t they? Gave them NYC wankers a right proper wallopin’ on home turf. Lookin’ sharp as a butcher’s knife doin’ it too! The Dry Powder geezers huddle up to talk about the big ol’ dub and toss a few spicy words at the bleedin’ refs while they’re at it.

Wot’s that you just said? Caleb Porter nabbed a win on the road against bloody Atlanta? Blimey, it’s time to throw a proper party! The lads are breakin’ it down and ridin’ the euphoric high of that sweet, sweet victory.

The lads are right proper gutted after takin’ a soggy 1-nil beatin' in the rain from them FC Cincinnati geezers. We’re chuckin’ the optimism down the drain and gettin’ absolutely silly wiv it. So kick back and wash down that gloopy ol’ Skyline Chilli with a big ol’ glug of the Dry Powder Pod!

The lads are back in action for episode four, and guess what? We’ve only gone and bagged our first bleedin’ win of the season! It was our century clash with them pesky New York Red Bulls, and our boy Carles Gil leads the Revvies to glory at Fortress Gillette. This proper nail biter stretched on for over 100 minutes. Absolute madness! We’ll be chattin’ the highs, the lows, and that utterly bonkers...

The Revs didn’t 'ave a kickabout this weekend, AND Tyler’s gone and had himself a cuppa coffee before this one? Blimey, that bloke won’t stop gabbin’! The lads chit chat about some other MLS clubs who actually played, dive headfirst into the national team debacle, and then tackle a right proper top-notch sack of mailbag questions from all over the bleedin’ country. Plus, they let slip a bit more j...

Oi oi! The Dry Powder geezers is back in action for the second ever episode of the world-renowned, proper legendary Dry Powder Pod ! This week, the lads get stuck in, pickin’ apart the Revs’ 2-1 tumble at that cursed Yankee Stadium, dive into their first-ever mail bag (blimey, what a treat!), muck about with all sorts of daft accents, and just have a right ol’ time chatterin’ about whatever tickle...