October 2007 Archives

SOMETIMES it really does seem like there’s nobody better.
I’ve banged on before about my adoration of "the best little Spaniard we know", your friend and mine, “Go ed there Arteta lad�.

CLATTENBURG is struck off the Premier League fixture list for this weekend and David Moyes won’t be punished for his justified criticism.
Forgive me for not getting a warm glow.

OPINIONS often carry more weight than facts in sport.
And derby day always triggers more opinions then you can shake Rafa Benitez’s neck at, but here are two simple, unadorned facts just for the hell of it.

IT WOULD seem it’s not only Alan Stubbs who has got foot-in-mouth fever before the big game tomorrow.
Despite legions of smug Reds smirking at Stubb’s goading, one of their own has had a pop (admittedly in his recently released book, but he must have agreed the timing of these quotes).

BLINK and you missed the outpouring of emotion in the press but Bellefield is no more.
The venerable old training ground hosted the final training session of Everton’s first team last Tuesday.
And while I was hacked off at the distinct lack of headlines, especially locally, I’m more melancholy that, excuse the cliche, it really is the end of an era.

A GUEST blog today by Hannah Bargery about watching our wonderful ressies in Widnes. Anyone dedicated enough to spend their Tuesday at the Halton will do for me.....

A trip to watch the reserves in Widnes may not be one of the most glamorous nights out you will ever have but it’s surely better than watching a United Champions league game on ITV with Clive Tysley banging on about ‘That night in Barcelona’.

AM I the only blue getting increasingly concerned about the total silence on Mad Dog's fitness and first team eta?
We did re-sign him didn't we?
The last few months haven't been some Tony Soprano-esque surreal dream have they?

I WAS caught a bit unprepared by the online stampede for flights after our Uefa cup draw today.
Initial thoughts of the group and how decent it is were sidelined by the logistical nightmare of getting away.
I’m already down on the work rota for the Nuremburg game and the ticket allocation for Alkmaar is going to be tiny.

WE do make life hard for ourselves don’t we?
I was born a blue, and thank God I was, but you’d be mental to actually choose the Toffee persuasion.
It was gut-wrenchingly, hair-tearingly, hard work last night.

IT’S likely that tonight’s game could end up defining our season.
Win and we’ve got the group stages of the Uefa to add spice and magic to the weekly grind of trying to finish 6th in the Prem.
Lose and......well there’s the rub.