Before we start this, I’ll caveat with the following: I knew exactly where this piece was going; I’d been thinking about it for a while. But, then, as I was waiting for my brother after the sheer joy of Watford, the 2:15pm kick off meaning that we were meeting in...
REMEMBER the transfer committee? Remember how much we hated it and everything that it bought? Remember how we mistrusted all those shadowy figures that we had never really heard of and whose roles we didn’t really understand? Don’t seem quite so suspicious now that...
I SACKED a lad on Christmas Eve once. As opening gambits that I’ve written go, I’m not sure it’s as strong as, “So, I killed a dog,” but let’s run with it, shall we? It’s pertinent and it happened. I sacked a lad on Christmas...
THERE’S an excellent song on Pacific Street, the first Pale Fountains album. There are, in fairness, many excellent songs on that album; all of them basically, it’s a masterpiece. Mick Head – who the Anfield Wrap interviewed here – is a genius, we hold...
I RECEIVED an email this morning. Some of you may have received the same email. If not, you may have possibly noticed it mentioned in passing on Twitter. To be honest, I found out about it from Twitter before I saw the email. Don’t check my emails that often at...
IT’S Sunday afternoon, where I am. Don’t know when it is where you are, don’t know what it’s like; here, the sun’s cracking the flags. And I’m sat inside, writing this. Because I promised Robbo I would. I saw him at the Evening With...
RIGHT. How can I put this in a way so as not to offend or unnerve? Yes. That’s my overdue Prince tribute. Not as spectacular as the weather deciding that it should go all out to fulfil everybody’s Sometimes It Snows In April blizzard-based hopes but there...
ANFIELD Wrap regular Ian Salmon is putting fingers to the keyboard after every Liverpool match this season for a new book that will document a campaign that already has included a change of manager, the signing of the second most expensive player in the history of the...
I HAVEN’T written anything on here for a couple of weeks. I’d love to think you’ve missed me but my ego’s not quite that rampant. My ego is, in fact, non-rampant enough to have looked at the stuff on the site and gone, ‘yeah, was going to...
I PRESSED the tab button. That’s all I did. Then the field exit button. And everything disappeared. All of it. The whole sodding thing. And I hadn’t saved anything. Hour-and-a-half’s work. And it was great. You’re obviously going to have to...
