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"I
am not a number, I'm a free man," bellowed the
Prisoner. Greedy sod, he should have been grateful,
because Coventry City striker Paul Williams is remembered
in the tomes of football folly by just a solitary letter.
Yes, one blessed letter.
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THE
ULTIMATE FIXTURE PILE-UP...
MONDAY
16th JUNE 2008 |
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I
did a bad thing yesterday. A bad bad thing.
True, I was spending several uninterupted
hours with the wife's family (interestingly,
you never see Happy Father-in-law's Day
cards .. but anyway). True, there were conversations
fascinatingly far-ranging as door varnish,
the vagaries of re-heating barbecued food,
and dear Anne's golf injury, but all of
those factors aside shouldn't have excused
my unadultered willingness to sit through
the Stella Artois tennis. |
With that in mind, it's a great relief
to have woken up from a deep slumber this
morning to find that today's the day the
new Premier League fixtures are out. It's
the day that prompts a frenzy of emails
between mates discussing exotic South
Coast beanos to Portsmouth, or the potential
of heading back to London on a Tuesday
night from Wigan using nothing but an
inadequate train service and some reserves
of Pilsner.
It's the day when you start printing off
and highlighting great swathes of potential
fixtures, before looking back in six months
time and realising you've been as useless/disorganised/disillusioned/downright
conned by your woeful footy team, as you
always were.
But from now until the first kick of the
new season, everything is exciting. There's
potential brimming out of every cup (even
the Carling Cup), with the wholly justified
notion that everyone has the same chance
as everyone else (unless you're -10 Luton,
of course) and that, yes, this just might
be the year - why the hell not?
Naturally, you'll have remembered why
not by 3.45pm on August 16th, but until
then, eh ..
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