Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Regular readers of my blogs may, or may not, be aware that I'm a regular listener to talkSport...... Actually, thinking about it, you don't have to a regular reader to may or may not know...... It's binary, so it goes without saying you either know or you don't........ Anyhow, in digress...... Listening to talkSport means... Continue Reading →
My prevailing knee ligament injury still doggedly refuses to afford me pain free days. This limb trauma, although no longer bestowing acute pain of the initial post-strain days, seemingly determined to persist with imparting me with tendon discomfort. Consequently, although not as pronounced, my limp continues unabated. Thankfully, though, my hobble isn't severe enough to... Continue Reading →
I begin this prose with a woolly head, consequential of yesterday evening's celebrations following England's progression to the final of Euro 2020. A hard fought victory over Denmark, setting up a game with Italy on Sunday to secure European football champions bragging rights. National fever born from Gareth Southgate's boys' achievement seemingly a catalyst to... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, with the blindingly low autumn sun necessitating a salute-like shielding of my eyes, I sat Elland Road Stadium in situ with my son Jonny. Our two East Stand seats the exact same ones we secured as season tickets during his childhood. With my now twenty-something son being only 12 years old last time we... Continue Reading →
Nations who've achieved final success in the FIFA World Cup traditionally adorn a gold star above their shirt crest, advertising to all and sundry the number of occasions they've been football world champions. For instance, England have won the world cup once meaning their badge adorns one star; whereas four-times winners Italy's shirt emblem dons... Continue Reading →
With only a few hours of waiting to see if history will be made, excitement levels in England's high streets, offices, homes and off-licences are at an almost unprecedented level. Displays of giddiness I've not witnessed since last year when an acquaintance heard he'd won TV chef Gordon Ramsay's swear box in a raffle. Consequently... Continue Reading →
As football fever grips the largest country in the United Kingdom, we English can't get enough of player profiles and biographical history of our newly acquired heroes. Conscious of this increase in the public's fascination with footy, social and conventional media channels have been helpfully filling knowledge voids relating to the England squad members. Examples... Continue Reading →
In our English sun scorched brown and pleasant land, summer 2018 is starting to feel a bit like summer 2012 was amongst the whole of the Great Britain. As I write, growing euphoria ensues. It's catalyst the exploits of the English football team that yesterday saw them progress to the semi-finals of the FIFA World... Continue Reading →
As I commence this literary offering, it's five hours until England play our european cousins Sweden in the FIFA World Cup quarter-finals. I say cousins, as many English people will have a percentage of Scandinavian heritage within their DNA. My brother's is his blue eyes and once white hair; mine is a bizarre love of... Continue Reading →