The last time I was at Anfield was the 14th April 1990, for Forest’s division one match there. Whether the timing, almost precisely a...

We’re heading down a rabbit-hole of pretty awful music this week - if you’re going to stick with this post, you’ll need to leave any...

Fair play to Jeff Stelling for his rant on Saturday regarding the refusal of the ‘authorities’ (whoever they are) to delay kick off at...

Mark Whelan was the best footballer I’ve ever been on a pitch with. As in playing alongside. I’ve stood on a pitch alongside better -...

A meeting of two passions today - football and cycling - with a long-overdue trip to the northernmost reaches of Nottinghamshire to...

Considering the distance between the two, in terms of League places, not the few hundred crow-flown yards across the river, this week has...

“Another world is possible,” according to anti globalisation groups, echoing a slogan probably first aired by Che Guevara, “Otro mundo es...

Blame it on The Liver Birds, Nerys Hughes and Polly James, not the ones atop the Royal Liver Building. Blame it on The Boys From The...

Much of this week has been spent trying to digest ‘Football Leaks; Uncovering The Dirty Deals Behind The Beautiful Game’, by Der Spiegel...

Might be a bit late to the party on this, but the weekend has made me realise that a club I have always been quite fond of are emblematic...

Strikingly incongruous features on Football Focus yesterday, a desperately sad piece on the current plight of Oldham Athletic, followed...

“The player with the least likely cult hero status in our history?” proposes Grant on Twitter, in reference to birthday boy Brian Rice,...

Coming towards the end of an international weekend in which England stuck five past Andorra, nestled neatly between New Caledonia and the...

Much excitement and partying in Newcastle to celebrate the Toon Army’s club takeover by Saudi Arabia’s Public Investment Fund (PIF)....

The Mail yesterday reported that the tax payer might be called upon to bail out ailing Derby County. That said, the Mail today said that...

Following on from my own ramblings yesterday, I just wanted to give an airing to this report from a proper Argyle fan, sixteen year old...

Mrs Zagger was up at 5am to head out on a fuel hunt, which was probably about the time the majority of the 760 Plymouth fans set off from...

One of the least well known consequences of the tragedies of Heysel and Hillsborough resulted in a 25 year old me getting my lights...

Unashamed nostalgia here today. No apologies. If we can’t celebrate history, what’s the point? Everything before today becomes...

Relevant to nothing to follow, but it was just nice to see one of my old Dad’s favourite footy puzzles doing the rounds on Twitter...