There is an old adage which I am sure we all know, never mess about with a winning side. Sadly, or so it would appear, it is an English saying yet to be translated into Italian.
Things are definitely changing down at the Bridge. If not invincible, we have suddenly become incredibly consistent.
Continue reading …So our eleven-game unbeaten run comes to an end and I have to spend the rest of the day listening to ManUre “fans” going on and on about how they are going to win the quadruple (which has ridiculously low odds of 66–1).
Continue reading …The chance was there to go top of the Premiership, but JFH seemed more intent on shooting at someone in row 35, so we dropped a place to third behind Arsenal and United.
Continue reading …Let’s start with the other score, which was just as important: Everton Fans 1, Chelsea Fans 3. Now that is what I call a good day out. This was an amazing match, with a number of firsts.
Continue reading …Funny how time changes, you don’t you think? Ten years ago I would have given my left arm (I write with my right) to have won this competition in whatever its form, Worthless, Milk, Coca Cola or even Watney’s bloody Red Barrel.
Continue reading …We were good today. In the first half we had chances, but put none of them away. It was good to see de Lucas back, even though he was only pretty good — both he and Morris were subbed at half-time.
Continue reading …They came, not exactly in their droves, from the smog-ridden city of Middlesbrough with one thing on their minds.
Continue reading …It is not every day that we get to beat Birmingham City. Not because they are anything to write home about, but simply because our paths do not cross very often.
Continue reading …And so it is time once more for the Worthless Cup. In its many guises over the years, from Milk to Coca Cola to Littlewoods to trifle (made that last one up by the way), it has gradually become a competition of little value to many Premiership clubs.
Continue reading …’Twas a dark night. All around there was a heavy smog and the few gaslights that were working were hardly visible to the naked eye. Somewhere in the distance, louder than the sound of the passing horses, came the shrill sound of a woman’s scream.
Continue reading …It was not so much the boing-boing Baggies today — more of a boing-boing splat if anything. Tremendous fans, certainly the loudest to appear at the Bridge for a while, but the only place that this team will be bouncing to will be from whence they came.
Continue reading …Manchester — so much to answer for. But not as much as those bastard rail operators who do their utmost to screw up football supporters’ travel with regular weekend engineering works.
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