• whose woods these are I do not know but to a hilltop ground they go and as we climb in Summer heat this well trod path beneath our feet will lead us high above the town and carry us both up and down through air so humid thick and still as we rise further up […]
  • even though we swear we won’t something sucks us in armchair managers emerge when the games begin once again we do it all ev’ry time it seems caught up in the flow and vibe caught up in the dream drenched in optimism of all that lay in store hopes rained down like beer in cups […]
  • the flags have all appeared again on buildings and on cars except the Farmer’s Market or posh and trendy bars my wall chart hangs resplendent a multi-caloured sheet a hand-filled record of it all of vict’ry and defeat it’s scribbled on and nearly full the day has come once more the only thing that’s missing […]
  • nights like this are special times like these are rare savour ev’ry moment when you know you’re there you can call it fortune who cares what they say when that moment happens failure falls away and if this is really it if this is our time we’ll remember where we were til the day we […]
  • Messi’s baptised boy* sees La Roja through in style with a mighty strike