I START to write this under these two circumstances: a) not knowing if Gibbo is writing one b) in a taxi with Andy Heaton before the game We’ve just come out of Mercado de San Miguel. Have you been? You certainly should if you are ever in Madrid. It’s a...
SORRY about the delay. Am in Barmouth. Barmouth has a lot going for it. Fantastic, dramatic coastline. Arcades. Boozers. But it doesn’t have much signal. On days like today, this is both a good and bad thing. Good because I am excluded from the internet. Bad...
“Oh, and he gets a kiss for it! From a man incidentally wearing a blue-striped shirt!” The commentary is almost as memorable as the goal – a sublime Barnes backheel in the build up, McMahon’s centre and the ball, via Aldridge, falling to Beardsley,...
IN the pantheon of great Anfield nights an unconvincing victory over FC Sion of Switzerland in the second round of the now defunct Cup Winners’ Cup hardly stands out. That said, 18 years ago today we were treated to a quite ridiculous game of football at our...
TWELVE years have passed since Rafael Benitez first introduced himself to Anfield. And what an introduction this was. The Spaniard arrived on Merseyside for a Champions League clash with his Valencia team on this very date back in 2002. The then reigning champions of...
FOURTEEN years ago today a little bit of derby history was made. Everton came to Anfield under Walter Smith to face Gerard Houllier’s Liverpool and – perhaps more importantly for our blue brethren – Nick Barmby in the first Anfield derby of the Millennium....
“We don’t stand a chance without Suarez. You wait. You mark my words.Next season’s going to be a disaster” HELLO. My name is Martin, I’m 43 years old and I’m a JFK assassination researcher. Don’t go away, just yet. Let me explain. It all started many years ago, in a...
IT’S been four long years since Christian Purslow pumped his fist and bared his gnashers in triumph outside the High Court in London. Four long years since Liverpool Football Club passed from one set of American owners to the next. Four testing years since the club...
ERIC Cantona’s smug face. That’s the immediate image that flashes in my mind whenever the FA Cup is mentioned. Eric frigging Cantona. The build up seemingly started at about 3am. My mum was on snack duty, diligently replenishing my supplies throughout the day as I sat...
OURS is a club of extremes. We’re either in or out, up or down, black or white. The middle path is the one least travelled. We sway from the darkest cynicism to checking out next May’s Berlin hotel availability an hour after we’ve just been gubbed by Real Madrid. We...
