Not deja vu

Bristol City 0 - 3 Ipswich Town
Chopra 13, 60
Martin 51

It hit me as we were walking out at the end. I was talking to Dave and Brendan about the farce we'd just witnessed, trying to find the bright side. Oh well, at least the Ipswich fans will go home happy. Suddenly it all felt so familiar.

Taste

I wrote a little something about Saturday's game, but in the light of current events a piece which frames the travails of the City fan within the context of the Nietzschean concept of eternal recurrence seems a little contrary to the national mood. The very fact that tonight's Carling Cup game has been postponed merely serves to underline the fact.

I'll be back when there's a bit less news.

Um, excuse me, it's started now

So you can all stop saying things like "what, football already, it's still summer". Actually I think you'll find there's a distinct chill in the air.

Or clearly not, but then that's hardly the point. We don't need your permission to have football back. We're prepared to share the fag end of summer with you, but you have to share it with us.

Especially in a sports bar. If there is one place in the whole fucking world where sports should take priority, it's there. Surely.

I've been waiting and waiting

It's not that long really. The off season, that is. It's certainly shorter in football than it is in lots of sports. The cricket stops for six long winter months, while the British weather cycle turns from warm beige to cold beige and back again. American baseball fans only have to get through five months, but it's a lot colder over there and there are no international Test matches to fill the gap.

Diving for sardines

Welcome to my brand new blog. If I had a pound for every time I've written that, I could buy a football club. Not Chelsea or Arsenal, but I bet I could stretch to Wigan. Mind you, I could stretch to Wigan if I nailed my beer gut to a tree and fired myself due north in a rocket.