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 [...]

Good morning and it’s one of those wonderful days where you can smell something special in the air. No, no, no, not spring (though, fingers crossed, that’s finally arrived). No it’s the pugent odor of fear and crushed expectation burbling up on Fleet Street and given voice by aspiring poet and northwest provincialist Henry of Winter as the Three [...]

As Beetface’s lot saunters towards the league title without playing particularly well, there’s a truly scary proposition for the rest of English football to gnaw upon after the club announced record profits in Q4 2012.  Without the Glazers sucking out the profits from the club like anaemic vampires, how much further ahead might the quieter side [...]

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 I made the mistake of watching Fox Soccer Report again last night, long enough to hear the considered cockney wisdom of Danny Dichio along with a video clip of Stewart Robson accusing Arsene Wenger of being an egomaniac, which is a pot-kettle-black moment if I’ve ever heard one, along with the modern invention — [...]

With pretty tepid fare on the midweek schedule — save for perhaps the lesser lights electric start against Brendan Rodgers’ tika-taka merchants — I thought I’ve give my readers some insights into the glamourous world of public relations and the beautiful people whose only agenda is the truth and serving the public’s interest. No, I [...]