When the groundsman rested from the first autumn freeze, the mowers were silent as sun on the leaves Lines were unpainted and dads left unabused referees at home in the kitchen with a quick cup of tea When the groundsman rested from the Laurel Park freeze, the parents were silent on how we should win- […]

Mrs Norfolk Jim, your husband met a Ukrainian while you were shopping in a ‘fine city.’ He had too much integrity to impregnate her with more than footballing wisdom Penned in before a sea of black and orange, he watched his team through a veil of netting; saw Hangeland head us to Turin and another […]

One morning, at Battersea Funfair, I noticed Mike Withers. He always wore a dark grey tracksuit, whether in the pub or working, but was usually in Southwark. Normally he had London Pride, but today was holding coconuts. The state I found him in, on the day after our relegation, I was in too; the disbelief […]