“NEVIN! Where’s your bloody kit?” “Sorry Sir, forgot it (again)”. My classmates trudged off onto the cold, windswept rugby pitch while I tried to avoid a beating. Where school rugby was concerned I was in a state of permanent futuristic forgetfulness and panic,...
WHAT do you think of Michael Owen? It’s a question that has been popping into my head pretty frequently over the past couple of weeks for various reasons. I’ve noticed myself subconsciously referencing him on multiple occasions and, when I do, the collective reaction...
SATURDAY was good fun, wasn’t it? They say a rolling stone gathers no moss. Well I wish it fucking would. I wish it would roll like fuck and clatter into auld Jonny Moss, gather him up like a trodden-on snail and dump him right in the river. That said, it would...
AS far as sucker punches go, that’s up there. Liverpool were absolutely undressed by Manchester City in a manner that demands an immediate response. But fuck the result. Having been clearly the better side for most of the opening period the game was taken away...
