Morning, folks. There’s a preview of tonight’s fixture with AC Milan heading your way a little later on this afternoon, so keep your eyes peeled for that. In the meantime, as I’ve got a bit of time on my hands today, I figured I do a brief morning post –…
Afternoon, folks. No post yesterday as I was snowed in… And I overslept. And I was extra bust at work. And I managed my time especially poorly. And I had to field quite a few angry, abusive e-mails from the Brendan Rodgers Mafia on account of Tuesday’s post, the majority…
Howdy, peeps. This is going to a sensationally swift entry today as I’m currently stealing a few minutes where I can. So, without any rambling intros or peculiar admissions, I’ll get straight into the team news for tonight’s game. Danny Welbeck and Olivier Giroud are definitely out tonight along with Santi…
Howdy, folks. I hope these words find you well, rested, nourished and generally content. I’m all of the aforementioned; currently sat in my office drinking gin at 12:30 in the afternoon and enjoying a well-earned rest away from the trials and tribulations of life in a kitchen. Things are all…
Morning, folks. And here we are, the first official match day of the year 2016. Hasn’t time passed inordinately fast? Doesn’t the FA Cup win over Villa seem like it was just yesterday? I’m sat here enjoying the delights of my morning cup of tea and having something of a…
Morning, folks. I mentioned on Monday morning that the past weekend saw me fortunate enough to be invited to an event sponsored by Europcar Sport at The Emirates. Amongst meeting some wonderful folks and watching the less-than-favourable performance against Swansea, Daniel Cowan and I were able to sit down with…
Morning, folks. If you’re wondering where my usual posts have been the last couple of days, I can explain… At present, my life is a marathon run of epic proportion in which I must navigate many stress hurdles. The perils of moving home and selling a house currently is paramount…
Morning, folks. A tonic is required. During my younger years of drinking copious amounts of alcohol and dancing embarrassingly in seedy nightclubs with questionable maidens, I swore blind that yoghurt was the ultimate cure for a hangover. Not bog-standard, plain yoghurts, no – the Muller variety, specifically those with the…