Or is he? There's something wrong somewhere. We didn't campaign for decades to get the bear back only to find that they've transformed him into a two dimensional Disneyesque parody. It won't do.

Still, even a cardboard cut out is better than the dough faced creature who used to scare the crap out of little kids. Here's to healthier times, and a properly restored Sherwood back where he belongs.



CHAMPIONSHIP 2015/16
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Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, creeps in this petty pace from day to day, to the last syllable of recorded time; and all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury signifying nothing.