Bradley’s been sacked. There won’t be any prizes. Pep’s bag is packed, while he shops for disguises. Phelan’s contract ends with Hull still in crisis, and the merry go merry, go round. Conte might last. He just lets the Blues play. Klopp’s Reds ‎play fast. ‎That’s all there is to say. The Special One’s past […]

When you need a goal, you Payet forward. When you’re down or drawn at one to one, get Dimitri close, then check the scoreboard. Payet forward, Son, and then you’re done.

The Euros are upon us. England likes her chances now. She wants to make the final, lift the Cup, and take her bow. To make it true, there’s work to do: those seven fields to plough. The Euros are upon us. England likes her chances now. If she can get by Wales, it will be […]

Football, how I loved ye since when I could barely stand. Football, how my toe’s touch moved ye, once I’d stopped ye with my hand. Football, how I loved ye deeply, daily, as a boy. Football, ne’er a sport above ye, nor a meal, nor show, nor toy. Football, how I loved ye in my […]

Now that this season has ended; now that the league’s done and dusted; players you loved and defended like kids – expectations adjusted: put all that paid pain behind you. Only look forward. Next season. Forget all things that remind you. Forsake reality, reason. Tell ’em your side’s gonna win it. If they say “Whaddaya […]