What with nothing much happening in Fulham-land, please indulge a little more notmuchness. First, if you like fiction, why not try my friend Matthew’s collection of stories, “Washed Up”? You can download it for free here. Matthew sells books for a living so knows his onions, and how to write. Also highly recommended if you’re… More Odds n ends
Another short post, but this is worth your time.
This is a really good overview of Chelsea’s possible new man. Strongly recommended.
The first step in this indeterminable Europa journey begins next in two Thursdays when the club travels to the Faroe Islands to take on NSÍ Runavík, who finished third in the Faroe Islands Premier League last year. As in, literally last year as they are currently 4th having played 12 matches in the 2011 Season.… More The First Step(s)
This is, believe it or not, a plastic match ticket, found by Dad recently while tidying up. Dad used to take me to Kenilworth Road, Luton for a few seasons, the Sealy-Foster-Hill- Harford-Stein side. We saw some great games on Luton’s infamous plastic pitch, always from the very front of the terrace, right behind the… More Blast from the past – Luton Town, October 1987
Stephen Catanese goes where others fear to tread. Here he breaks down the Europa League early stages. Worth a read.
The fixtures are out at 9am. I’ll be in training all day, so will miss all the excitement. But feel free to discuss. Does it look good? What’s the run-in like? HOME TO VILLA FIRST UP AWAY TO THAT LOT ON BOXING DAY AWAY TO SPURS TO END THE SEASON
My old boss Joel has reworked a wages/turnover/profit-loss diagram over at his blog. It’s pretty good. I’ll let Joel explain…. The takeouts from the chart are that club owners need very deep pockets to reach the top of the table; that outside the top six clubs there is no correlation between wage bill and league… More Football finances: a better graph
This was taken at about 12:20 a couple of days ago. Between the trees is a man, some kind of personal trainer, and a woman, wearing boxing gloves. She has presumably paid god knows what for the privilege of hitting him (he has his own gloves designed to absorb her punches) for half an hour,… More Lunchtime Fight Club: London