And Now For Something Completely Different

It's hard not to be obsessed with the Foxes dire situation. As my colleague blogger and Leicester fan Cunningfox will tell you. Not helped by today's news that Kisnorbo will be out of action for about 6 months due to injury.

But wallowing in the misery of it all will not help will it?

So lets turn our attention to something different........

Ummm...........

Let me see .......................

There must be some other interesting news around.

What about the great match last night that saw the ManUre go though to the Champions League final? Or the thrill as I listen to this evening match?

Yesterday's story about Ronaldo and the transvestites must surely be an amusing antidote.

Come on girls help me out...........

OK. I give in.

We're doomed!

What A Pong!

Creating bad smells is not what we girls do of course.

But we know a bad odour when we smell one.

Such as the story today that Sven is to be sacked from Manchester City. That definitely stinks. I know they haven't been perfect but come on. They will finish at least 9th in the Premiership - maybe higher - this season. Not bad, especially as it is his first season with them.

And the whiff of disloyalty and sour grapes appear to be in the air at Tottenham.

Worst of all though is the stench of the fear of relegation hanging around our house at the moment. My lover worrying for his precious Royals. Me just feeling sick at the prospect that we could be relegated by this time next week.

If I hold my breath much longer I'll turn blue.

Oh I forgot - I already am!

Leicester 'til I die!

Boing Boing!

Yes I know it's a little unusual to be supporting a rival Championship team but we need WBA to beat Southampton tonight to keep our hopes alive.

Come on you Baggies!

Trouble is The Baggies only need a point tonight to secure them promotion to the Premiership. I just pray they decide to go up in style and go for the win.

Come on you Baggies!

So tonight, I'll be singing songs in praise of West Brom.

Come on you Baggies!

I'll wear my navy and white striped pyjamas to bed.

Come on you Baggies!

I'll put a pin-up of Tony Mowbray on my wall.

Come on you Baggies!

I'll even watch videos of your fans playing on You Tube

Just win for us tonight. Please!

Boing Boing!

The Vultures Are Circling

Blimey! It's a bit of a war zone out there isn't it.

On the pitch they've been dropping like flies. According to one source there were 78 Premier League players out of action through injury as of last Friday. I don't know what that is as a percentage of the total but it sounds a lot to me.

And you are not safe off the pitch either it would seem. Even working at a football ground could render you vulnerable to ending up in a physical altercation.

There was the man who decided to do a bit of 'deer hunting' when his team failed to win a crucial game this weekend.

And according to The Telegraph, the vultures are circling at The Walkers hoping to feed off the rotting carcass of relegation.

The only way we can win the war is if Southampton lose their next two battles or we beat Stoke.

Please let it be OK.

I couldn't bear this.

Diary Of A Foxes Fan

Saturday 26th April 2008

8.30 Wake up. Debate with self whether to wear Leicester City shirt today. Decide against it as having hair cut and would be too itchy.

9.30 Arrive at hairdressers. Watch as my head is trussed in foil like a turkey. Read the 4-4-2 magazine I bought a couple of weeks ago. Learn about Eric Cantona and the drama and about the significance of the 1990 FA cup semi-finals. Wonder who Reading are playing today.

12.30 Call round to see if my son is awake to have a cup of tea and chat about football. No reply. Think about how important today's match is but don't let self get too optimistic for fear of later disappointment

13.30 Drive over to meet parents listening to Talk Sport to find out score in Chelsea/Man U match. 1 - 1. Take them into town to help choose a ring for my daughter's 21st birthday next week.

16.00 Talk to lover on mobile phone whilst buying a chai latte. He informs me Chelsea won 2 - 1. No news on Reading or Leicester.

16.30 Drive parents home. Hear on radio there has been a goal at The Walkers. Sheffield Wednesday 2 -1 up.

17.00 Leave parents house. Learn Leicester lost. Heart sinks. Feel anger and disappointment but no real surprise. Hear Reading drew Wigan nil nil.

18.00 Screw new coat hooks on door and do a bit of 'wenching' whilst listening to the very irritating Terry Christian and Jason Cundy on Talk Sport discussing various Premiership matches.

19.30 Discuss the football of the day with my lover whilst eating a plateful of delicious prawns rice and peas fried in sesame oil.

20.00 Further communicate with my lover listening to Rhodri Morgan in the background quizzing a 14 year old boy about football who got 9 points.

22.00 Post on blog then settle down to watch Match of the Day.

Scouts' Honour

One of the things that has impressed me so far about Mr Capello is that every time I see a match on TV he seems to be there. Scouting for talent.

Of course, with the TV and satellite coverage we get now of the football league there is an opportunity for the masses to spot individual talents as they emerge. And as we know every football fan could do the job of most managers better. Indeed, a recent competition in The Sun was aimed at recognising the scouting talent of fans.

Despite this, clubs still choose to employ the odd scout or two. Such as Gwyn Williams, credited with, amongst others, spotting John Terry at the age of 14.

Of course, as modern technology progresses it is not only the use of visual media and scouts that clubs have to rely upon to select suitable players. A more sinister development is the potential use of genetic tests to ascertain a player's potential.

You have to wonder where it will all end. And what may be next. Cloning perhaps?

PS: I just told my lover I had posted about Scouting and he got very excited and offered to show me his woggle. I'm off to stoke the campfire.

Rubbing Salt In The Wounds

I was sad to learn today of Frank Lampard's loss.

I was pleased to learn that Mandaric has declared he has no intention of leaving Leicester City.

I was shocked to think that the perfect Ronaldo could possibly miss a penalty.

But I was completely gobsmacked by one piece of news.

For I have learned that the man many hold responsible for the England team failing to qualify for Europe this summer will be, at the licence payers' expense, offering his 'expertise' to BBC Radio during the tournament.

I'm sure I won't be the only one boycotting BBC Radio and their new pundit, Mr Steve McLaren during that period as a point of principle.

The 'F' Factor

There are some men you just don't look at. Men who offer no attraction to you whatsoever. Like Iain Dowie (sorry Dowie fans!), or Gareth Southgate.

There are other men whom you don't consider physically attractive but who nevertheless hold a fascination for you. Such as Arsene Wenger and Ian Hollow Way.

Some men you can look at and think "Well he's not my sort but I can recognise what others see in him". You know the type I mean. Frank Lampard (I'm not sure I could love anyone named Frank), Sven Goran Eriksson, Steven Gerrard.

Men like Torres and Renaldo are just pretty to look at. Not in a really sexy way, just very pleasing on the eye. What they call 'eye candy' in some circles I understand.

And then there are the men who send a shiver down your spine. Men who stir something deep inside you. The "Mmmm yum yum" factor. Like Jose Mourhinho .......

(pauses to compose herself)

...... and David Beckham.

(further adjustments made)

But when it really comes to down and dirty, what you need is not an interesting personality. It is not a good brain. It's not even a particularly well proportioned face. (Although if they're on offer I'll take them thank you)

What you get with the likes of bears like Didier Drogba and Roy Keane is just one thing and one thing alone.

The "ffwwoorr" factor.

Neither Rhyme Nor Reason

I hear Hicks may be in a fix tonight. I hope no-one picks on him. But if he will mix with the fans who at the moment are pretty sick of him, what does he expect?

Rafa, the gaffa will be hoping Gerrard plays well 'ard tonight, if only to detract from the fact that the pact has fallen apart in the boardroom.

Grant will be hoping he can supplant the chants of the fans for Jose.

I have to say that at the end of a long day, I'm looking forward to putting my feet up to watch the cup.

And have no fear - I'll swig a beer (or two) as I cheer for those dear Liverpool boys.

I just hope the match isn't a bore as we've seen before and that someone scores early doors.

Fingers crossed tomorrow's post is not about how Liverpool lost.

When Push Comes To Shove

Did you see the referee, Mark Clattenburg, push that Birmingham City player yesterday?

There was some rubbing of foreheads and squaring up going on between the City player and an Aston Villa player and the ref just ran over and gave the City bloke a hard push away backwards.

I was pretty surprised when I saw it. Not least because had he stumbled the bloke could have had a really hard fall.

It is of course technically Common Assault.

Mr Clattenburg may of course argue that he was acting to protect the safety of others, which might offer a lawful justification.

One possibility is that he took a pragmatic (although not very PC) view of the situation and assessed that a bit of bog standard, common sense manhandling would be the appropriate course of action.

I might even have been prepared to give him the benefit of the doubt, had I not found out one or two other things about him.

Derbies are clearly not an area of strength for him.

And he certainly seems a bit 'trigger happy' with the yellow and red cards.

Maybe the clue is in that last one. Perhaps referees are only given a limited number of cards per season and he has been so gratuitous with his, he has used them all up.

So now, instead of issuing cards he is resorting to summary justice.

I can't wait until the start of the bare bottom spankings.