Pair o Mickey Mousers en route to a cup tie in Genk Should have Googled the place fore they went? Mind you it’s easy for me, smugly extracting the pee, Pointing out GENT ain’t where two Scouse gent’s should be* After three hundred and eighty quid has already been spent… Sat in a bar, watching […]

After the lack-lustre performance by our chaps, During Friday evenings qualifying match, I blame on a drought of Marks and Spencer’s waist-coats? It’s nice to see a bit of real commitment I suppose? From a pair of WAGs (who out there can remember those?) Publicly going hell for leather at each other throats. Colleen, and […]

Knives are poised, they often are Some blame Brexit, VAR Others deem the chaps as looking tired Clubs zoom them off to foreign shores A well-earned bonding jaunt from you and yours Living in the daily realms of…being fired. An international break or two Offers r and r for the chosen few What never get […]

A hoarse smoky slow refrain, Reading through my programme, caught my ear Waiting on a bit of poignant instrumental ska Let’s our emotions know whereabouts we are? Cue…a welling up, a hand shielding a tear. Fella stood near me Harps on about how great it used to be Before the Prima Donna’s graced our pitch […]

Watching them, Irons, alight from a barge and gracefully skip over a myriad of puddles On their way to the stadium…after, avin it large Singing their traditional, “I’m Forever Blowing Bubbles”. It suddenly dawned on me, stood in awe on the tow-path As the blatantly obvious things in life sometimes can? Is an Iron travelling […]