So Jon Moss and Jamie Vardy didn’t half kick up a storm over the weekend, did they? It was 56 minutes into Leicester City vs West Ham on Sunday afternoon, with the league leaders one goal to the good thanks to a typical Leicester counter attack that resulted in Vardy slotting into the bottom corner,… Read More Deceiving the Referee is a Part of the Game Now
I watched my first bit of WWE for the first time since the Royal Rumble in the early hours of Monday morning, as the biggest event of the year, Wrestlemania, rolled into Dallas for the 32nd edition. Watching with a group of mates probably made ‘Mania seem better than it actually was, and it still… Read More Brief Thoughts on Wrestlemania 32
Back in November I spent a meat and beer fused weekend over in Germany, and in the regrettably small time I spent there I happened to visit the Signal Iduna Park to see Borussia Dortmund take on Stuttgart. Although most of the afternoon remains as a boozy haze, I came away from the brilliant game… Read More Eight Things English Football Can Learn from Germany
There is no way to really write this without coming across as completely condescending, but please know I don’t mean to be, it just kinda happens. Two nights ago, being Sunday March 6th, the MLS kicked off the new season for 2016 and I, kind of spur of the moment, decided to actually give it… Read More The Wonderfully Woeful – Watching the MLS
On the face of things, my two West Highland Terriers are just your very ordinary, yet utterly loveable, pet dogs. But when I started thinking about it a bit more, as I was desperately trying to overcome the horrendous pain in my neck and force myself to sleep a few nights ago, I realised my… Read More My Two Dogs
It all began as a drunken conversation in a Tyldesley takeaway on a cold Summer’s night, as me and Joe stumbled around, eagerly awaiting our, quite ironically, pizzas. “Lets go to Rome” I suggest in some what of a haze. Less than a week later and everything was booked. Me, Joe and another lad named Doyle were… Read More Gwarned to Rome: Day One
Let me set the scene. It’s a bitterly cold Monday night, the rain is lashing down, a bombardment of thousands of minuscule, frosty daggers burning with an icey rage. The merciless downpour twinkles in the reflection of the flood lights, almost giving it a harmless façade, as we stood there shivering to our bones. The… Read More The Battle of St Mary’s Astro
