S Club 7 (a short film)
To accompany my ‘A Seven Aside’ post, a daft video (what else?) … . . There’s also a ‘directors cut’…
Engerlund’s irie, I spose.
I stopped sulking just in time to watch both England games this past week after a self imposed exile that stretches back to when the F.A, Capello, or whoever, reinstated John Terry as captain after he’d not actually apologised for all the bad stuff he’d done back in March of this year. I hadn’t missed much in those few […]
In SAF we trust.
Although not exclusive to Fergie, we are often treated – especially on Twitter – to the mildly threatening, popular refrain amongst some United fans of, ‘In SAF we trust’. The implication is clear: SAF = God; omnipotent and (since 1986) omnipresent. It’s not literal: it’s a football ‘one liner’, in a similar vein to, ‘United, […]
A slightly disjointed thing about Robbo!
Before players were introduced to pasta (how fancy pants!) and vitamin shakes (oh, you’re spoiling us) their diet consisted of lager and whiskey chasers and a half-time fag – so the story goes. The games were, thus, slower, as were the players (although no less entertaining) … this was of course, at least in United’s […]
Player Of The Season 2012: Anderson.
Is it a Bird?… No, he’s just got braided hair you bigot! Is it a plane? … Well, he’s carrying a bit of extra cargo. and in some areas he’s first class (?!) … NO! It’s Anderson Luís de Abreu Oliveira. Anderson. Ando. Player of the season 2012. My hero *swoon*. I tried calling Paddy […]
Following on from the Class of ’92
Preface: I feel I must preface this post with a note to say that, of course, I would very much welcome an influx of youth to the first team, who wouldn’t, right?! To utter anything to the contrary flies in the face of our club’s unique history … I really do like kids, I just […]
Michael Adrian Carrick
I spent at least all of the Champions League Final in 2009 sat in my local acting out, in glorious Technicolor, a one man travelling Father Ted tribute act. A brief dalliance as Dougal as I stared blankly into the giant screen abyss of an unfathomable future of failure, interrupted briefly by my faultless Ted, […]
I am a Biased Pervert
I am a Biased Pervert. Okay, so far off to a bad start. I am perhaps in need of a crash course in the science of self–enunciation, but please bear with me. I intend to ingratiate myself with you in the future and for this I will mostly be using the other distinguishing characteristics I […]