Shedman, standing in the absence of a building, must now sit down.

They hardly paved paradise on the edge of Wigan. There was no edenic innocence to corrupt in Stoke or wild, untouched Bolton groves. There were no secret forests or magic woods of South Reading; that was a landfill site. Methane vents still testify. But the River Tawe from Moel Feity through Old Red Sandstone flows […]

Bering strait, Labrador, an arctic wind towards North Sea island pitches Brora Rangers, aurora chances. The time of day is unfixed as the crescent moon and sun together in the darkness over Sutherland and Wick Further north, on Shetland, light would seem unlikely as ice turning to vapour and you brave the floodlit pitches. Later, […]

Norfolk Jim arrived home at 4am concerned about the stewarding. ‘The club should have a look at this’ he commented, ‘it’s no good loading seats onto season tickets, it’s a recipe for carnage.’ A freight train had stopped at Manningtree; Is this a metaphor for anything? Could our european dreams freefall like our fans in […]

I’ve been logged out of my own life and can’t remember the combination of words and numbers to get back in. So thank you to the Brentford fan who told the story of a city trader’s ten years devoted to football decided upon during a huge deal in which he mapped out training routines for […]