Against our better judgment, we’re electing to run in full – ostensible warts and all, considering its failure – the application submitted to join the Guardian’s network of World Cup tweeters/twats/microbloggers/etc. Sadness and careless introspection engulfed us after needlessly checking for, and finding, hard evidence confirming the joy of others who ticked more recycled, green-tinged, [...]

Up the road they were celebrating heartily. Loads of beer, plenty of tits, and the criminally underrated Geordie birds too, all celebrating their crown – and passport back to Prem prosperity. The mood back down south was decidedly more somber – a new generation of supporters indelibly scarred by an indifferent squad trudging towards the [...]

It was a fine idea at the time. The playoffs were still within reach, and though we’ve played well without him, let’s get Gary O’Neil back in the side. The club, ahem, came to an agreement w/ Pompey administrator Andrew Andronikou – widely speculated to be a pay as you play scheme for the last [...]

Deferred notes on the Crystal Palace match are enclosed. We agonised over not being able to use ‘quality and imagination’ in a laconic fashion – Vic and Uncle Eric had the market cornered, and it is what they do and all… We enjoyed the usual feast consisting of a battered, deep-fried live blog escalope served w/ [...]

We were sat there on the oversized armchair, sipping a Ketel One and cola, naked, gazing out of the floor-to-ceiling windows in our perch high atop Las Vegas Boulevard, contemplating the southern Nevada sky at dusk. What happened Saturday? Resignation to missing the match was realised before departure – no laptop due to flying hassles [...]