And so the fun-filled journey that began in mid-August nears its end and what a tension-filled weekend awaits, what with a batlte for first . . . wait, what? OK, so the title is decided but at the bottom of the table and a fierce relegation scrap will be determ . . . what? [...]
Another quiet, low-key morning from the calm, sober and considered denizens of Fleet Street. Hahahaha. I kid, obviously. Judging by some the rubbish peddled as analyst, sobriety doesn’t visit the sports desk of many national newspapers very often these days. Nor does calm, for that matter.
Anyhoo, as summer follows spring, the knock-on effect of Beetface’s [...]
Remember those overwrought Mancs who were so overcome with fear over Uncle Malcolm’s stewardship of the club that they donned Norwich City kit and sang some anti-American protest chants? Well, as it turns out, green and gold appear to be Uncle Malcolm’s favouritest colours, too! And judging from the Q3 earnings from United, he’s going [...]
Right so I have to get this off my chest after watching Arsenal stumble, stutter and fall across the finish line at Craven Cottage and I’m as angry as I’ve been in a very long time. So I decided to wait until after holding my team’s training session before posting this. And those poor kids [...]
It’s always nice to have midweek games in the Premier League. It’s sort of like putting on a coat you’ve not worn for a while and reaching into the pocket and pulling out $20, an unexpected and pleasant break in the normal mundane routine during the week. And it also allows us to watch football [...]
As I regularly make fun of Fleet Street types for lazy stereotyping, it would seem hypocritical to question whether Arsene Wenger’s nationality makes him every agent’s favourite pigeon manager at the bargaining table. Because given some of the dribs and drabs coming out of Theo Walcott’s contract capitulation negotiation, it’s easy to understand why Holloway Road Properties doesn’t have [...]
A very thin gruel today, both in terms of punditry and rumours. But there’s some rare brilliance from the good folks at the Oxford Internet Institute, who used Twitter to track where supporters of different clubs actually live and find out if the fanbase of Salford’s finest was actually concentrated in Surrey. It was a good [...]
So it’s my final day for in Fort McMurray before beginning the pilgrimage to Islington, with stops in Edmonton (to see family) and B.C. (to see friends) along the way. I confess I’ve haven’t completely worked out logistics of blogging in Old Blighty just yet but I will endeavour to have a full report up at some point, likely when I’m in the departures [...]
It’s international week *long yawn* and it always makes me just a little sleep zzzzz. Sorry dozed off there for a second. It’s actually sort of amusing watching Fleet Streeters trying to find some fresh angles to hype for Friday’s qualifier between the Three Lions and San Marino, which should be about as competitive as the average [...]
Today is a milestone as I’m officially closer to 50 than 40. And I think it’s fair to say that short of Arsene Wenger squaring up to Bombardier Allardyce and kicking him square in the swingers during the pre-match handshake at Upton Park on Saturday and saying “Blow on those bubbles, fat man”, I couldn’t [...]