Tag Archives: FA Cup

The Power of Sport

I watched the game yesterday on an armchair next to Mum, I wanted to be with her at the match, as it were. She was in her preferred position, lying on the sofa. It was a great game, full of … Continue reading

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Get in there Avram!

Myself and Ben the Hat have always found a lot to admire about this man: the shirts, the jowls, the air of the Antwerp Diamond Dealer, and latterly the wife who, it transpires, drinks her own urine on the BBC … Continue reading

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Taking it to the Bridge

The M11 was closed due to an accident which threw our whole day out by about an hour. Once in the capital I couldn’t really understand London’s Sunday roads – it was just as busy as a weekday (nearly). In … Continue reading

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Tsk

That is all.

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Don’t say a prayer for me now

save it til the morning after, as Duran Duran so enigmatically put it. This painting by blog favourite Gary Hume is intended to express the wishes of all right thinking persons as the Mighty Potters take on Chelski in their … Continue reading

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Sporting Stop Press

Stoke Scruffs 3-1 Middle Eastlands Considerably Richer than You Moneybags Bring on those swingers from Fulham Road. Turkish ace Tuncay Şanlı – only cost as much as Robinho’s earlobe

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The Amazon World Ranking

All writers are obsessed with this figure, checking it every hour on the hour in the early days of a book release. And She Laughed No More never did all that much on this basis, or any other basis either, … Continue reading

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Herbert Chapman, Lee Dixon, Charlie George, Bob Wilson, Nick Hornby, Dennis Bergkamp, Tony Adams, Bertie Mee, Highbury Library, Baudelaire, et numerous Homme Français…

…we certainly showed you boys!!! GOOOOOOOAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRNNNNNNNN STOKE! Monsieur Pulîs (Le Gaffer du Stoke): Il dit, ‘Oublie pas le beautiful game, mais regardez Rory Delap (‘Le Kiddie triffic’) – Il stick it to ‘em à bientôt with beaucoup scuds de ‘la … Continue reading

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The magic of the Cup

More on this tomorrow, when I have penned my essay, ‘Vincent Pericard, One of the World’s Great Impostors and Con Men.’ No doubt it states on Vincent’s passport that his occupation is a striker. Jack, my nephew Joey, and my … Continue reading

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