“So we sing. We keep on singing. A second singing wind has arisen amongst the faithful. There will be no quarter given by the hardcore... [more] So We Sing
“... Sion Edwards lets fly. Daddy Cool hits the ground flailing, he's got the right hair, the same surname as a kinky bondage freak in a badly-written housewife-porn paperback... [more] Sion Edwards vs Daddy Cool
At one point during the game, Smith, a journeyman fullback, not so much ‘kicks the ball away’ than drills it hard and low at a small child in the Antelope End. Smith
Tonight, I dream that Streisand nutmegged Conor Roberts three times in a row from the penalty spot. She was wearing a TNS shirt and jumped into their Chairman's arms at the end... [more] Tonight, I dream…
Five minutes left and we are so deep, we are in the hole. The chants from the faithful must sound like distant memories from above ground... [more] Five Minutes Left…
Dystopia is the only word. It is a chillingly, crushingly, dreadful place. Ghostly faces leer from the windows of the clubhouse... [more] Dystopia
