Thursday, 19 August 2010
Is it my imagination, or is there an increasing polarisation between clubs in the football league? There are those seeking to grow at a pace in line with their means, such as Blackpool, Aston Villa and Arsenal. Those who have Sugar Daddies and so disconnected from the real world. And teams which see borrowing on the promise of future return as the road to success, such as Manchester United, Portsmouth and Liverpool?
Are the teams working to the more modest approach being over-cautious and risk averse?
What happens when the Sugar Daddies move on?
And are the gamblers simply reckless and heading for a fall?
It makes me think of three people sitting opposite each other.
One is sucking an old fashioned toffee.
One is filling their mouth with sweets.
And the third is blowing a massive bubble gum bubble.
Bigger and bigger and bigger.
Tuesday, 17 August 2010
I'm looking at a bunch of Spurs fans on the screen on my living room wall.
HD certainly shows up every tiny detail of those miserable little faces as their men get a kicking from the Young Boys.
No doubt City's manipulation of the situation with Craig Bellamy to prevent any other Premiership team getting the benefit of his talents, whatever the attitude problems that come with that, feels particularly galling to 'Arry this evening when he could have done with a solid performance from the Boy Wonder.
I have mixed feelings about Manchester City.
I can't warm to Mr Mancini, but there are quite a few players there I really like - Tevez, Wright-Philips, Hart, Adebayor.
And Eastlands was one of the stadiums we visited on our recent travels.
Probably my favourite one. Nice design and I really liked the circular external towers. I felt grand, but not too ostentatious (right photo).
Unlike Old Trafford, which I think reflects the international nature of its following; big, powerful, masculine but lacking something personal somehow.
It didn't feel part of the surrounding environment however.
Other than a row of very tacky shops, all painted red (right photo), just around the corner, the stadium sat alone.
Anyway, back to the trials of 'Arry. His boys are now back in the game with a couple of goals.
Onwards and upwards!
Monday, 16 August 2010
Welcome back for the new term everyone.
I have so much to tell you.
We are just back from a caravan holiday in the North West.
And visits to lots of football grounds.
From the Theatre of Dreams to lowly Chester's ground, rising like a phoenix from the ashes.
Combine that with the season kicking off, I'm like a pig in clover.
So much to think, talk and write about.
But of all the drama and stories of this new season - the departures of Martin O'Neil and Steve Coppell, the change of ownership of Leicester City, the 6 -0 pounding of WBA by Chelsea to name but a few - the best has to be the fairy tale start for Hollow Way's brigade.
We visited Bloomfield Road.
It's ..... erm .... all looking a bit nip and tuck over there at the moment.
Builders crawling all over the place, and the ground exposed to the world due to a gaping hole due to become a new stand. (actual photo from ML's phone-taken about 10 days ago)
On Saturday afternoon, My Lover and I listened with one ear phone each to the Five Live commentary of the Wigan Blackpool match on my mini radio, as we enjoyed a lovely cruise across Lake Windemere.
We can both already perform a creditable imitation of IH in a press interview. The trick is to include at least one reference to his wife and one to his dog to sound authentic.
And a bit of "Oooo Arrrrrr" going on of course.
We cheered when Blackpool scored first, to the amusement of our fellow passengers.
We looked at each other open-mouthed when the second went in.
The third merited a punch in the air.
And the fourth was followed by much chanting and whooping with laughter as we drove back to our campsite.
Top of the Premiership, if only for a few hours.
I bet Mr H is covered in bruises from pinching himself the next day.
It's all about as believable as their ground being finished on time.