I bar blogging about footie as a rule. Well, when you’re a ManU fan, all you do is alienate the readership (as much as it is) like Mosh and Mike for example. So I was tempted, but resisted on Sunday, when we stuffed Chelsea 1-0.
It was that footie cliché, “the crowd sucked it into the net” that prompted this post, that and a photo in the paper. Read more ›››
I always enjoyed watching Steve Coppel as a player and listening to his measured, thoughtful comments after the game, so I glad that he is doing well as manager of Reading Read more ›››
There are quite few Polish footie supporters around town at the moment ahead of the match tonight. Nothing surprising in that, except that two or three groups I saw were on foot heading for the City of Manchester Stadium. Either they were on a pilgrimage to this footballing mecca or they were a) very early for the match and b) at the wrong stadium.
Sorry, but I am. Panicking that is. England have just come on again after tea with Kevin Pietersen just about holding things together. Looks like I chose the wrong day to give up sniffing glue.
Elsewhere, others are getting panicky about petrol. The BBC says they’re not, but having stopped off to fill up myself, I was amazed at how many cars and commercial vehicles where queuing to get in. Me, I dropped dead lucky having come in from the other side from the main entrance and straight alongside a pump. Read more ›››
…well, if not all over the world, at least in this green and pleasant bit of it. This morning we were holding our breath wondering whether England could snatch the draw in the fifth test that would regain us the Ashes. Half a day’s thrilling bowling from Freddie Flintoff later and we;re beginning to think that they could win the game to take the series conclusively 3-1.
And while we’re pondering this possibility, the players have gone off for bad light which, while it aids the England cause, makes for a nervy time. Read more ›››
I don’t know about you, but my nerves are shredded. Again. After my depression over the Old Trafford test, I couldn’t believe that three matches on the trot would have gone down to the wire. Again. Read more ›››
Having sat here all day with my LCCC hat on hoping for an England victory which we managed to turn into a draw. Bugger squared.
You have to hand it to the Aussies though, Ricky Ponting in particular. I fully expected him to be there at the end. On his own. And. And the losing captain. He almost made it, though not quite. Read more ›››
“The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men gang aft agley” as Rabbie Burns puts it. “Bugger!” is my more succinct interpretation.
Polly’s plot to get a day of test match cricket at Old Trafford has gone down the tube. Me and Mrs P rose early and packed drinks and sandwiches, slapped on the P20 and were off in the car before 8.30 for what would normally be a 30 minutes whizz round the M60. Read more ›››