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My Premier Return at Reading FC!
My predictably fruitless, yet enjoyable, cricket season finally meandered into the new football calendar on Sunday as I went to witness my first Premier League game at Reading since the spring of 2008 against the star-studded team of Tottenham. Upon arriving at the ground, the distinct changes that the Premier League bring were instantly noticeable, more people of course, but also more food vans, programme sellers, merchandise huts and ...
Justice for Liverpool
I felt really ashamed of myself today, not for the first time in my life but probably more ashamed than I have ever been before. That is because I am a football fan who has surged down the terraces in delight at a goal, because I am a football fan who has felt the fear of being crushed in a rush and because I am a football fan who experienced the caged in life of the 1980's terraces; treated like an animal by adrenalin fuelled police intent on ...
It Says Six in the Score Book!
One thing I have always wanted to do before I die, is hit a cricket ball over a boundary rope for six runs. It is something that I tried several times for various teams throughout my twenties and again, since my mid thirties, for clubs such as Oakley, Dummer, Ashford Hill and any other outfit I have managed to ponce a game off. The main reason that I have failed to realise this particular dream stems from the fact that I am not very good at ...
Bi-Focals or Contact Lenses?
I am sad to report that eyesight is now fading at such an alarming rate that I am now at the point that I wear glasses for both distance and for reading. However, anyone who knows my habit for misplacing items will understand that the stress of having two pairs of glasses to accompany my wallet, keys and mobile phone on every trip out of my front door is too much to take. I tried getting myself a man bag, but it resulted in me either losing it ...
Take me to the Tower..
Right, I am going to say it...ready? I can muster no interest in the Para-Olympics whatsoever. Right, come and lynch me, put me in the stocks and pelt me with rotten vegetables, then hang me in the tower and allow my eyes to be pecked out by hungry ravens. However, even that threat wont change my perception of how I view the Para-Olmypics which despite the undoubted courage of those taking part, fails to impress me as a sports fan. When I watch ...