As a boy I always wanted an England shirt, I don’t remember precisely when I started wanting one but it was probably during the Espana ’82 campaign, the year that Paul Mariner and Trevor Brooking were in the squad. It was white with a broad blue and red stripe across the shoulders, it had the… Continue reading Ninety quid for an England shirt?
A Man City fan?
I was accused of being a glory hunter at work today because I follow Manchester City. I use the word follow because I’m not a real fan, I don’t go to matches and I’m not from Manchester. The accusation did come from a Spurs supporter, so you have to understand that there’s going to be… Continue reading A Man City fan?
Play Up Pompey!
FA Cup Final, Saturday 17th May 2008. Portsmouth Vs Cardiff. The day starts with a journey down to Portsmouth on the South West Trains’ superb service out of Waterloo. Great station, quiet new trains with spacious carriages, £30 return. You can’t argue with that. People who moan about trains in this country usually listen to… Continue reading Play Up Pompey!
England, out of the European Cup
We’ve been asking for it for years, and there was certain inevitability about the disaster on Wednesday night that is almost comforting. It’s almost as we’ve finally been put out of our misery after years of suffering and abuse, safe in the knowledge that it’s going be at least a year before we have to… Continue reading England, out of the European Cup
The 2007 FA Cup Final
There was a certain amount of momentum leading up to the 2007 FA Cup final. Scores to be settled from the Premiership, a new and long awaited national stadium, and with that a general acceptance that football was finally coming home – sort of. The scene was set, the predictions made and the obligatory case… Continue reading The 2007 FA Cup Final
Dirty and greedy, just like Chelsea FC
We met some of Mandy’s friends last night in central London, and with quite a few of them staying in town it was decided that the best place to meet up was Covent Garden. Which can only mean one thing, The Punch and Judy. I remember thinking how dire the place was about 13 years… Continue reading Dirty and greedy, just like Chelsea FC
Me and Mand in Ibiza
Driving past billboard adverts for Pacha and Space was as close as we got to clubbing in Ibiza last week. Not that it’s beneath us or anything like that, far from it, the fact is that we wouldn’t have been up to it even if we wanted too. The Island of Ibiza is world famous… Continue reading Me and Mand in Ibiza
Peter Crouch, Liverpool FC and England
Pete Crouch’s transformation from baddie to all round good guy has to be a shining example of just how fickle we are as a nation of people. A few months ago, with a good helping of tabloid spite, he was being lampooned as ‘Mr Miss’, a half-witted fraud who simply couldn’t find the back of… Continue reading Peter Crouch, Liverpool FC and England
When it comes to football I consider myself to be an armchair pundit. By that I mean that my opinions are ill informed, outrageously positive and usually based on what I read on the back pages or pick up in pubs. The best thing about armchair punditry is that you never stop learning, there’s always… Continue reading Armchair punditry
World Cup fever
So here we are again, finally after 4 years of waiting another World Cup is upon us. Four intense weeks of euphoria, despair, nerves and the joys of world football await those up to the task. Like a small boy waiting for Christmas, it seemed like we’d never get there, but then one by one… Continue reading World Cup fever