I’m Spartacus! No, I’m….. well not quite. I’m boycotting!…. England’s first game, for all the right reasons – repudiating a Republic where rights are unreasonably  driven roughshod into the ground and just to compound those differences the laws lassoo any perceived liberalism and herd the halter-necked to the hell-hole of gaol not for us or […]

We used to argue ad-nauseum As to whether or not the ball crossed the line Case-in-point: ‘66 Now we have microscopic lenses And digital wristbands That pinpoints crossing ‘tween the sticks!

That ball has found its time and its place guided there by my bonce and a smile ‘pon my face; as it nestles gloriously there in the back of that net it is for me my most favourite goal yet!

I would opine much more online but… “password not accepted” so I try password this password that password another but I even forget the maiden name of my mother! And so I switch from the ethernet’s gates to outside fun with untethered mates whereupon…. we pass and pass anew to each other and oft askew […]

The Hand of God ball is up for grabs! To be auctioned to the highest bidder. And because he is no longer with us it won’t go to the maximal fibber! (God bless his memory for Diego is footballing deity) I hear a forensics team maybe on hand – fingerprints will be a match for […]