For Beautifully Red: Reinventing the Heel
This was written for Beautifully Red, the United site dedicated to cataloguing the beautiful moments that might normally pass us by… These days in the Prem, when the ball flashes across the box a little behind the striker after an over-cooked cut back, or perhaps as the result of the attacking player mistiming their run towards the near […]
Danny Don’t Dance
Action begets reaction, which begets action, which begets reaction, and once a situation develops, the effects can be far reaching – in some cases resulting in an impasse. I’ve written about Fergie’s “public telling off” of Danny for “showing off a bit” before (with regards to it’s impact on Danny), but on further reflection, a […]
Too Much, Too Young
I can’t speak for you … well, unless you’d like me too? I mean, this would be a lot easier if we could all just agree, right? No? You’re sure? Okay. Thought not. Good. Great. So, we can all agree to disagree on some things. Great. I mean, it’s not like you have to attend every argument you’re invited to is […]
The Fairytale of Dwight Yorke
As gunshots rang out and ricocheted across Villa Park, a figure with his pants around his ankles, waddled clumsily into the back of the waiting getaway car. The tyres screeched away as 12.6 million pounds spilled from the inside of the cab and was hurriedly gathered by the bumbling villa-gers, and thus setting in motion one of the single […]
The Young One…
Some players need a club that matches their playing ethos to reach the pinnacle of their footballing powers, but more, they need a club that matches their ambition and ego before they really flourish. A recent example of this being Eric, who although was very good at Leeds, took his individual performance level to somewhere […]
Scholesy
Despite the avalanche of tributes that have been compiled towards the end of his career, it feels like the rest of Europe and The World, for the most part, were keeping their unadulterated admiration for Scholesy a bit of a secret. Possibly enjoying a jolly good chuckle amongst themselves as our national team insisted on […]
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, […]