• Wanted man at Hounslow Central Wanted man outside the Stoop Wanted man on Chiswick High Road Wanted man at Botanic Kew Wanted man outside the Beehive Wanted man in Osterley Wherever you might look tonight a wanted man you’ll see Went to sleep in Uxbridge Woke up in Syon Lane Now I’m wondering why I’ve […]
  • What if we forgot to start pre-season, found a training camp for enjoying time above crickets and distant fireflies? What if we only started the season to fulfil a contract? Where is the passion which made us run through the tail end of June on stony wasteland between the chines when no-one was watching or […]
  • The biggest game, the culmination of a fading season brought pause to fans ranged across the masonry of ancient stands in rival colours. Penalties. The terminal feedback of defeat, the draughtsman’s empty page for another long summer rebuild of character, transfer targets hit or missed like the penalties which defined the budget as a final […]
  • How did we arrive here? Carrying unfulfilled fixtures of the missing from our city to UEFA’s listening committee, a tentative morning in the warm sun of Kungstradgarden assembled faces from the Stretford End, Rochdale Reds, Ajax fans, early heralds of the evening final, meaningless save as a symbol of what it is to be united.
  • Under a canopy of unbroken cloud, across a junction over undropped kerbs with gates and hedges for goals and a wickedly uneven, improvised pitch, you appeared in an urban field of dreams arrayed on concrete asymmetrically with distant patchworks of absent parents – some at work, some gone for ever – forming the emotional tenor […]