The Imp of the Perverse!
If you are one of my readers who hates football, please keep reading this blog because the incident at a recent football match is used as an example only. So here we go...I was watching a game of football last week between West Brom and Fulham when the West Brom forward Peter Odemwingie carried out an act that was bizarre and hilarious in equal measure. Right in front of the linesman (or third official or whatever they are called nowadays) ...
Does British Morality Demand an Eye for Eye?
What a strange and depressing week it has been, no sooner had the nation digested the criminal actions of the police in the aftermath of the Hillsborough Tragedy/mass manslaughter, then two young policewomen get murdered by a man linked to gangland crime. All of a sudden the police force are the guardian angels of our society and anyone who disagrees should face an instant death penalty by the most hideous way possible. What a difference a week ...
My Premier Return at Reading FC!
My predictably fruitless, yet enjoyable, cricket season finally meandered into the new football calendar on Sunday as I went to witness my first Premier League game at Reading since the spring of 2008 against the star-studded team of Tottenham. Upon arriving at the ground, the distinct changes that the Premier League bring were instantly noticeable, more people of course, but also more food vans, programme sellers, merchandise huts and ...
Justice for Liverpool
I felt really ashamed of myself today, not for the first time in my life but probably more ashamed than I have ever been before. That is because I am a football fan who has surged down the terraces in delight at a goal, because I am a football fan who has felt the fear of being crushed in a rush and because I am a football fan who experienced the caged in life of the 1980's terraces; treated like an animal by adrenalin fuelled police intent on ...
It Says Six in the Score Book!
One thing I have always wanted to do before I die, is hit a cricket ball over a boundary rope for six runs. It is something that I tried several times for various teams throughout my twenties and again, since my mid thirties, for clubs such as Oakley, Dummer, Ashford Hill and any other outfit I have managed to ponce a game off. The main reason that I have failed to realise this particular dream stems from the fact that I am not very good at ...