No bitterness in the lemon No sweetness to the lime No liquid in the bladder No water into wine No nonsense in the bitter No suspension on appeal No magic in the mushrooms No Carrick in midfield No bonfire of the vanities No eclipsing of the heart No scheming silent partner No cancer immune part […]

He plays in the middle like it’s June on the reef with a touch as light as lemon drizzle, feet which glide upon a thermal and defenders left in disbelief

Managers go. Migrate with phantoms of the present on staircases in frames. Who stops on the turn and sees the lifting? Silverware and crow’s feet. People come and go. Hotel rooms, breakfast, silence in the lift. Just standing. Black and white pictures, complicated meanings. We stood and looked, tried to prise a story from the […]

I can’t remember if around this pitch kite feathers drift across the scrubland, but two men with an Alsatian walk the perimeter, searching. It isn’t safe for children, this public facility, with ‘Danger of Death’ behind one goal and a fence entangled in the other. I can’t remember when potholes became sinkholes, when mud and […]

Within the East Stand’s intemperate tropics, beneath those apocryphal prawns, life is measured by flat perspectives. Managers, akin to former prime ministers pacing Fife platforms with friendly fire and oblique warnings for Jeremy Corbyn, make decisions any rules of etiquette would disallow. In thrall to mystery satellites, it’s theatrically sound to walk on water supplied […]