OPTIONS. Let’s talk options. Options and tactics. Options all over the place, tactics like you wouldn’t believe. Let’s talk about the fact that Liverpool can make three substitutions against a team who are supposedly, according to Brad Friedel on...
AUGUST 19th, 1981. The day we sold Jimmy Case to Brighton & Hove Albion. Thirty three years ago today. Which means that one or two of you may not have seen him play on anything other than YouTube. The joys of being old, the joys of living through the glory years –...
I FELL into conversation on Facebook the other night with a Manchester United-supporting friend. Come on, don’t look at me like that, lots of us have Manchester United-supporting friends; individually we’re all fine with each other, it’s just en...
FIFTY-SIX years ago to this day – July 29, 1958 – a bonafide legend signed for Liverpool Football Club. “Sir” Roger Hunt was spotted playing for Stockton Heath in the Mid-Cheshire League by Bill Jones, himself a former Liverpool player, and the grandad of...
TO thoroughly misquote John Lennon: Last night the wife said…”How do you feel about this whole Suarez thing then?” I’ve said it before but it bears repeating, my wife’s a Blue. A fanatical Blue. Her whole family is. She has an uncle who...
JESUS, it’s actually happening isn’t it? I mean like, today, happening. Now, immediately, within hours. And the mania has crept in. No, hold on, back a bit. Full disclosure is needed. Years back, when the kids were a younger, a lot younger, so young that...
I’M FIFTY. I may have mentioned this, I’ve had kind of an obsession about the fact for the last year. Those of you who have hit the figure will know what I’m talking about, those who haven’t will find out. Regardless. 50. More memories behind...
I DON’T know. I haven’t worked it out yet. I might be hungover. I may well still be drunk, I’m not entirely sure. Everything’s a bit fuzzy, everything aches, things hurt. And at the moment I wouldn’t swap this feeling for the world. You...
THERE is a tale. Possibly an apocryphal tale but a tale nevertheless. Colonel Tom Parker, fairground huckster, shyster, illegal immigrant, lousy gambler and – quite crucially – manager to Elvis Presley walks into Graceland on the hit of Elvis’ death...
I HAVE a tendency to speak – and indeed write – before I think. I find this to be one of my more endearing traits, but I can understand there may be others who disagree. Somewhere in the city there is a man named Mongoose – he has a real name but...
