I can still remember one of my first Christmas Eves.
I must have been about four years old at the time and it’s one of those memories that stays with you despite its lack of drama. I was standing on my doorstep in Norris Green, Liverpool and looking at the night sky, hoping to see...
As I sit down to write this, there are actual people of intelligence preparing to watch David Moyes' Sunderland take on Arsenal in the hope that the Mackems will eke out some kind of result. This is the kind of entirely avoidable madness that leads to dark bouts of depression. To compound the lunacy,...
Regular visitors to these paragraphs will know that profound analytical breakdowns of systems and tactics are anathema to this columnist. It's not that I don't appreciate the folk who do that sort of thing, you understand. They provide us all with a valuable service, bless 'em. How many times have you drunkenly thrown out...
Irritation was the name of the game yesterday at Latest News Towers. Irritation with life's vicissitudes (which is not the fodder for these paragraphs), irritation with the media, irritation with the Redmen and, finally, seeing that irritation gloriously manifested in the exasperated form of Jamie Carragher (himself a regular source of irritation to this columnist,...
