WE Reds stand, once again, on the precipice of another season. Never sure, nowadays, whether to be looking up or down. Hope in our hearts but anxiety in our souls. It seems to have been this way for far too long now. Those of us old enough to remember how a...
MOANING – I don’t remember doing a lot of it back then. When I was cranking up The La’s, pulling on my semi-flared cords, lacing up my Adidas, blagging some money and putting on my bobble hat. Bussing it to Sheil Road, then walking it to Anfield. Past the garage, the...
MILK, Littlewoods, Rumbelows, Coca-Cola, Worthington, Carling. Worthless, Mickey Mouse, moribund…the vocabulary of the League Cup, whether official or unofficial, is hardly inspiring. While occasionally undergoing a fleeting revival, it feels as if the trophy is...
IT looks as though the key document in the phone-hacking scandal, at least as far as News Corp and James Murdoch are concerned, is going to be the “For Neville” email, analysed here by David Leigh and the inestimable Nick Davies. For the purposes of this discussion...
AS a very young child I was surprised to discover that the past, contrary to what visual records seemed to suggest, did not occur in black and white. My nan, born in 1917, first disabused me of the notion and – now I’m old enough to have memories worthy of the...
GENIUS. Just a word on a page. Yet it somehow seems symbolic for a man who did just that; wrote words on a page. Tortured. Shambolic. Obsessed. Reclusive. Melancholic. Disappointing. These are other words on my page. All of them and many more besides can be used to...
MICK McCarthy has joined Ferguson and the FA in warning players about the supposed dangers of Twitter. Ken Bates has banned it. And every now and again – after some mini-controversy – people say footballers will have to be taken off the social-networking...
I DON’T sleep much in this weather unless I wear ear plugs. See, I live away from home through the week. Well, I say ‘live’ – I have a box I climb into in London. And it’s not bad, my little box. I have a telly, and I have a few gadgets,...
SEASON starts. Season stops. Another international friendly clogging up our early campaign, a continental pre-season. A yearly complaint, and this time Kenny got out of the traps first – an utterly justified gripe (as much about the Saturday start as the existence...
IT’S now over 22 years since that sunny spring day when many made a hopeful trip over the Pennines to Sheffield and far too many never returned. In that time there have been many false hopes and wrong turns in the quest for justice. The despair at the newspaper...
