THE VIEW FROM THE BRIDGE
Well, it’s a new season and that means Match of the Day is back on TV. Usually this is good news, especially now that Sky+ means every goal, dive, refereeing blunder, and Lineker witticism really is
Well that’s torn it. The only good thing to come out of last week’s OAP Milan’s visit to Old Trafford was Beckham’s ten minutes of pinpoint crossing and miracle volley that not only put him on the plane to South Africa ...
So first things first. How come no one has yet said anything about the ridiculous new turnstiles they’ve put in place at the Bridge? You know the ones, they have to be manned by stewards because they don’t work properly. As ...
You know how it goes: You move to England, score loads of goals, win the league, your contract runs out, your club refuses to renegotiate, and the neighbours see an opportunity to stick an oar in by buying you. What next? Obviously ...
You glide silently between defenders, waiting for the slightest indication to make the incisive surge. Out on the left Ashley Cole loses his marker, he’s in half a yard of space and JT has spotted him. You accelerate, when the ...
When the headline writers are forced to turn their might to the back pages (Hand Gaul – The Independent; French Nickers – Daily Mirror; Henry’s Pat – I made that one up) you know something significant has happened ...
“Give a little, Take a little… Let your poor heart break a little.” Sound advice from our boy Dean to newlyweds, and so I knew I had a responsibility to watch the X Factor on Sunday evening after my wife had ...
It all happened so fast: one day Luis Felipe Scolari was in charge of one of the biggest football clubs in the world, the next he was carrying his personal belongings down the Fulham Road in a cardboard box. From Hero to Zero, ...
Well, it’s a new season and that means Match of the Day is back on TV. Usually this is good news, especially now that Sky+ means every goal, dive, refereeing blunder, and Lineker witticism really is
Well once again it would seem that time, swearing and whisky; then some more time, a little indistinguishable ranting and whatever’s in the back of the drinks’ cabinet; and then a few days
I don’t know what’s going on with the laws of statistics these days but a fortnight after a 100 to 1 shot romped home at the Grand National, Chelsea draw 4-4 at home with Liverpool at odds
There is more than one way to get back to Chelsea from Turin, and likewise more than one way to celebrate Chelsea’s march into the Champions League quarter finals. Last Wednesday I came across two Chelsea
The clock is running down; the rain-soaked scoreboard says your team is one goal to the good, and you’re standing with twenty thousand other fans on the brink of victory. Euphoria wells inside as
What a disastrous month February is turning out to be. At its inception I was all set for Federer to notch up another ’slam, for Strauss to shape England into an ashes winning side, and of course