Tag Archives: Premier League

Second Comings

Are notoriously difficult, especially in football (though Second Coming is the Stone Roses greatest album). Which manager has returned to any club and seriously done the business? Anyway, this is not in homage to King Kenny, rather it is in … Continue reading

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OMG, LOL, ROFLMAO!

I may be an antique twenty-five million years out of date but SMH is new to me. Really though, instead of tweeting about Howard Webb’s deficiencies, and abject though his penalty decision was, Ryan Babel would rise in the esteem … Continue reading

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The Highlights

There was a goal explosion in the Premier League yesterday, so Match of the Day led with the all the games with the highest scorelines, starting with Manchester United 7-1 Blackburn, a match that was wholly uncompetitive and totally over … Continue reading

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The Beautiful Games of an Ordinary Genius

Nice review of a most promising sounding sports title by Carlo Ancelotti here. …The book is full of self-effacing humour too. When Chelsea win their first trophy in the first game of his first season as manager, the Community Shield, … Continue reading

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Angela’s Pie

Angela’s Ashes by Frank McCourt is regarded in some quarters as the original misery memoir, the begetter of all those ‘Please Mammy Don’t Batter The Bejesus Out of Me…’ titles that litter the supermarket shelves. Angela’s Ashes tells a tale … Continue reading

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The Premier League Rejoices!

Stoke City 2-0 Hull Stoke are safe for another season of Total Touchline Bombardment and arrd work! God Bless Super Tone; long may he live to unwrap his Easter eggs.

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Following the football with my father

I came in from walking Dylan round Whitlingham Broad just as the second half of the Hull-Man United match was getting underway. Imagine my surprise to find Pops watching the game: he has no interest in football whatsoever. ‘Watching the … Continue reading

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