So far the season had not gone so well. Whilst I wasn’t wholly surprised it didn’t make it any less depressing. Will couldn’t come to football due to family commitments and Chris was too busy at the pub with a wedding breakfast party of 120 guests so reluctantly he had Read More
John Keats in his poem Ode to Autumn described this part of the year like this: Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom friend of the maturing sun, Conspiring with him how to load and bless, The vines that round the thatch eaves run. Those lines conjure Read More
My mate Will was unable to make this game due to family commitments and his brother Chris is in France on holiday so both had a lucky escape. Will had asked in the week whether I could pick up Little Jack from the pub in Baginton and so it was Read More
It was an early start; on the road at 07.30 as I had to go an see my elderly aunt, nearly ninety, and spinster cousin who live in Sutton Coldfield and both have health issues which – being the one and only medically qualified person in my family – I Read More
This weekend sees Blues take on Brighton, who have spent the summer trying to work out whether or not to keep Gus Poyet,something they decided not to do in the end, seemingly to their detriment as things stand. Since they lost to Crystal Palace in last season’s play offs, they Read More
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