Last Wednesday, after we’d pulled onto the car park of the Water Edge Inn at Ambleside, the wife and boy grabbed a table by the lake while I went to the bar. About to order a Stella for myself I noticed the beer pump for Kronenbourg Blanc, and being on my holidays, decided to [...]
Well that’s that for another four years; the World Cup is over and bang on cue, two days later, here are my topical thoughts. This time around the end of the tournament has the added bonus that Charles Clarke has promised to shut the fuck up from now on, so that in itself is cause [...]
Posted by Quinn | Filed in Sport
|
I was watching the second-half of Brazil v Croatia last night (after I had spent the first half with Springwatch; you need a bit of give and take in a relationship I find), when John Motson goes all statistical on us, wibbling on in irritating fashion as is his wont. Do I really care that [...]
Posted by Quinn | Filed in Sport
|
So here it is, my obligatory World Cup post. It had to happen, what with the whole country once again united as one, exchanging knowing glances and daring to seek an answer to that eternal question: what is it with the Scots, and why won’t they get behind England? Yes, I know Gordon Brown reckons [...]
Posted by Quinn | Filed in Sport
|
It was Halloween, appropriately enough. I was sat on the bus travelling back from the City of Manchester Stadium. We had just convincingly defeated Aston Villa 3-1 to go 4th in the Premiership. The bus was abuzz with chatter about how well we were doing, my Dad was positively beside himself revelling in a glorious [...]
Posted by Quinn | Filed in Sport
|
“Fuck off Wigan, you fucking pie eating wankers, go and fuck off back to fucking Wigan”, he quipped. I was sat on the top deck of an idling bus after yesterday’s match, waiting for the convoy of Wigan coaches to drive past. A fellow City fan was holding court with a stunning piece of oratory; [...]
Posted by Quinn | Filed in Sport
|
Saturday 14th January 2006
There are lots of things about football that must confuse non-devotees. How can you cheer a last minute equaliser more than a crushing victory? How can you come home disheartened after an unconvincing win over a poor and unfortunate opponent? How can a goalless game still be entrancing?
But most of all, how do you explain [...]
Posted by Quinn | Filed in Sport
|
Friday 25th November 2005
“Is there any football fan in the country who doesn’t want Peter Crouch to score?” asked Adrian Chiles on Match Of The Day 2 last Sunday, while reflecting on Crouch’s missed penalty in the Liverpool - Portsmouth game. Well I don’t want him to score, not just yet, although nothing would have given me more [...]
Posted by Quinn | Filed in Sport
|
Congratulations are due, after a fashion, to Manchester United for beating Chelsea yesterday in the premiership. I didn’t see much of the game, being engaged for most of the day at a naming ceremony for my mate’s daughter, but the consensus of opinion seems to be that Chelsea were the better side while United dug [...]
Posted by Quinn | Filed in Sport
|
Well, the sleep has been prised from my eyes, I can still taste the toothpaste, but I am off to watch a game of premiership football. Oh joy.
When I first read that the City-Everton game was an 11:15 Sunday kick-off I thought it was a mistake. A Sunday kick-off? Fine. I knew that Everton would [...]
Posted by Quinn | Filed in Sport
|