Coulda, Woulda, Shoulda

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 Coulda, Woulda, Shoulda

Lone Star

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 Lone Star

Cry God For Harry….

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 Cry God For Harry….

Pointless Football Facts

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 Pointless Football Facts

In England’s Scorched & Pleasant Land

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 In England’s Scorched & Pleasant Land

Defending with a Flat Pack Four?

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 Defending with a Flat Pack Four?

Pickford’s Moving The Goalposts of Expectation

After all my recent words conveying an indifference about the ongoing football World Cup in Russia I got into the spirit a tad yesterday evening. Watching the England v Colombia on TV I experienced a rare episode of football sourced euphoria. Don't get me wrong this lack of enthusiasm is a fairly recent emotion for … Continue reading Pickford’s Moving The Goalposts of Expectation