I’d been planning for some time to get my rhubarb in this weekend. You don’t want to rush these things or you can end up forcing it and it can wind up a bit flaccid and disappointing . But a combination of the cold snap, my football clubs 125th birthday and some business to take […]
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Birthday Boy
You know that line in the Who’s “My Generation” – I hope I die before I get old? When you slide casually into your seventh decade without much fuss you tend to think let’s not be too hasty here lads, let’s have a cup of splosh and a Rich Tea in front of the fire […]
Toilet Tennis
Well now me old chinchillas. Been a while since I winged your a love letter from the South Coast but this close to Valentine’s Day it’s nice to be rubbing up against you again in the football blogging equivalent of the Clouseaus Erection Session. Too much? I haven’t even started with you yet my mates. […]
Working for the Clampdown
Thirty years I’d lived on Gander Green Lane, a ten minute walk up the road from the famous Borough Sports Ground. I’ve loved West Sutton and it has loved me back unconditionally. But when a sheer fluke combined with a dose of brass neck meant that we were in a position to buy the house […]
Britain’s Biggest Newt Pond
Port Vale now is it? We seem to be rolling our way through all those old Fourth Division clubs that used to get spewed out on the Grandstand teleprinter when we were kids and life was better and we satisfied ourselves with the simple pleasures in life like shooting each other with spud guns, shoplifting […]
Saucy Postcards
I’m something of a connoisseur of popular culture. Never tried to hide it. Never needed to. I like those glimpses of life that open a window into a world that’s passed by. Adverts in old football programmes are a rich source of such snippets but I’m here right now to open this loosely branded “match […]
Fortune Favours the Bald
As the champagne was being sprayed all round the joint and our extraordinary group of players went through their party moves to the sounds of their enormous travelling boom box Taz lent across to me and said “So, d’you think you’ve got enough material for the blog then…” Football. I mean, bloody hell Isn’t it? […]
New Forest Yeti
Everyone loves a good old cup run. It gets the blood pumping and when it involves trips to football grounds you wouldn’t normally get to or think of visiting it can also broaden your horizons as well. And as my horizons are currently my front room and my back yard, here’s my post-season take on […]
The Last Game in London
There’s an old Chinese proverb that says “may you live in interesting times”. Well, that all depends on how you define interesting doesn’t it? And if you find an endless carnival of death, crisis and chaos a turn-on then you must be having the absolute time of your fucking life right now. If, like me, […]
Beddington Corner FC
I’m a sucker for old football clubs and grounds that are no longer with us and after the stunning response to the pieces I wrote up on Banstead Mental Hospital FC and the long-lost Mitcham Stadium it became clear that many others are as well and I had been casting around for another contender. My […]