Late sunny Bank Holiday spring days in the West Country sun. Lambs gambling, meadows coated in green and yellow, gentle breezes, locals pottering around in their unique yokelish manners, and an all round feeling of calm and tranqulity. It almost felt like pre-season again. And after watching Quorn 0 Red Meat 0, that’s exactly what
Sadly, the report on Hens 2 Stags 1 isn’t going to be as long or as “proper” as I hoped it would – I’m going here tomorrow and I suppose I ought to do some work beforehand – but I will do a proper one at some point at some game in the future. Honest.
I’m not going to do much of a report for Village 0 Suburb 4, as I’m not really sure there’s much to say. Well, that and the fact El Clasico is on… We’re in the playoffs, likely to finish no lower than third (with the all-important second leg being at home), playing well enough without
Barring some Rory McIlroy-esque choking, even though we still have four games left we should be saving our pennies for some post-season playoff fun. The excitement, the anticipation, the stomach churning, the change of underpants… It’s that strangely relaxing time of the season where it doesn’t really matter what you do on the field of
There are times when going all “told-you-so” becomes a bit too celebratory, but you feel vindicated in doing so anyway. Last night, Premier Sports issued this statement on a social media site: It is a shame the number did not reach the point were revenue sharing became an option. It is also a shame we
Now that’s better. If Oliver Reed 2 Emlyn Hughes 0 is indicative of how the next six/seven weeks are going to go, maybe we could have a good end-of-season after all. Form is a fickle beast, after all, and it hasn’t exactly been in evidence. We shouldn’t get carried away, of course. We still have