Monthly Archives: September 2014

A horse, a horse! My kingdom for a horse

OK so Louis van Gaal wasn’t in the middle of a bloody battle in Bosworth field, didn’t have a hunchback and hadn’t he sent his nephews to the Tower (although a few of his defenders might now be signed up … Continue reading

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Gazzetta Clarence Park

Sameness is the mother of disgust, Variety the cure. Ah Signor Petrarch, it’s as if you spent your life hanging around Clarence Park on match days rather than thinking great thoughts and writing poetry in fourteenth century Florence. Admittedly the … Continue reading

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Choices, choices

There are times, and I am almost ashamed to admit it when I do conduct a bit of an internal debate about whether to go to football or not. I’m not biased towards the mighty Saints or Lesta in this … Continue reading

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Back to the Park

“So are you drinking this afternoon?” Now there’s a question. Mr TLF and I are at the top of St Alban’s main street. We are about to follow our separate paths of destiny (well our Satday afternoon activities to be … Continue reading

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