It's a long long way

No, I haven’t got secretly married and it’s gone wrong…..again. Grounds are now referred to as stadiums, though I always felt that stadiums were something you watched athletics in. They’ve changed over the years. Even more dramatically since I’ve been watching the game. (Not down to me, I might add.) Even with disasters at both…… Continue reading Grounds For Divorce.

Team sport in essence, is tribalistc. Football, depending on your viewpoint, is the best or the worst. Although I could, I won’t bore you with the psychological reasons why. (I can hear the sighs of relief from here.) For decades, like the meagre coverage of the game, how we supported our clubs didn’t actually change…… Continue reading Getting Evolved In A Right Rattling Racket.

There was a point in my life when I was known as the man with the pink paper. If you’ve got images of me flouncing around shouting into a mobile phone the size of a small shoebox, dressed in a pinstripe suit, red braces, carrying a briefcase and a copy of the Financial Times, then…… Continue reading Highlighted In Pink.

Well with the aid of football, I’ve pin pointed my adolescence and adult life. I’ve missed certain things out that will remain forever with me. Some things are always much better kept from an innocent world. Not necessarily because they were too juicy. Vice versa in fact. Something’s are just too plain boring. I panicked…… Continue reading Oh, How On Earth Did He Miss That?

So what’s the score then? Don’t know, ask one of the cardboard cutouts in the stand that are turning to papier màchè. To say this virus, or more to the point, trying to cope with it, is dragging me down is an understatement. It dragged me down back in mid March of 2020. It’s now…… Continue reading 23/1/21 Dystopian City v United Living Hell, Just A Sharp Scratch.

“So why is it?” First of all, Trev had moved out of the flat he lived in. It meant that I was now having to catch the bus to and from work. Everyone splits down into 2 groups when it comes to living preferences. There’s the ones who are more than happy to live on…… Continue reading 7/5/17 Bristol City v Blues, Super Harry Or Soup And Worry.

In life, we are seldom happy with our little lot, and when we are, things conspire to trip us up. How many times as a kid did you desperately want a certain thing for Christmas, only to find it wasn’t anywhere near as good as you were expecting? Like you’d been conned somehow. Truth is,…… Continue reading 31/12/16 Barnsley v Blues, Be Careful What You Wish For.

Life got interesting. The 90 minutes watching Blues wasn’t. I had pestered Trev to get me a job where he worked. He was always extolling the benefits of working there, and I was sold on the place. The company where I worked, had moved to a purposefully built premises and I had been given someone…… Continue reading 9/4/16 Reading v Blues, Following The Script Without Falling Asleep.

I was moving in a different circle and making new friends. Friends from all different backgrounds and situations. The common denominator, real ale and Blues. I had finally found like minded people outside of the family. I quickly discovered that amongst real ale drinkers is a higher level of intelligence that I hadn’t been used…… Continue reading 1/11/14 Wolverhampton Wanderers v Blues, Proving A Point.

I was getting itchy feet, really itchy feet. I had grown passed weary of Telford, the place was now well onto the stage of irritating me. There had been major changes at work, and not for the better. When I had started, there had been 3 training assessors. I was told that they were looking…… Continue reading 3/5/14 Bolton Wanderers v Blues, Staying Put And Going Home.