Don’t worry Dear Readers. There aren’t going to be any words like ‘Evolution’ or ‘Transition’ or any of that shit today. I think we have gone over that ground so much it’s starting to look like a Council job. Most of my regular victims….I mean readers know the score pretty much. Anyone that lives in a Council house while the Council are ‘modernising’ their house … Continue reading Wolves V Newcastle ‘The Return of Cabbage head’

I think we’ve all had enough now haven’t we? This Lockdown bollocks, not going out, not talking to people…if we do talk to people it’s all angsty and shitty. I’ve noticed that driving habits are becoming violent too. I’ve never seen so many errant tactics on the road, people getting out and shouting. Have you noticed those odd times in shops too? Arsey bollocks everywhere. … Continue reading Old Gold Magic

You have to feel sorry for our Flakies. Poor bastards. I mean they’ve just spunked out 50 or 60 squid on their new PortuWolves third kit. They have probably spread their arses to Sky Sports to the tune of 15 squid so they can watch the match with their artisanal ales cooling in their fridge. They sit their fat arses down and try to understand … Continue reading Leeds V Wolves ‘It’s the Raul Thing Baby’

Well that didn’t take long did it? What an excellent time for the erosion of everything we hold dear, going to the Pub, Match, insert whatever here. Now this Plague is in full swing again what a great opportunity for the Lizards to get their snouts further in the trough. £3 Billion quid has already gone missing and into the pockets of those abstract PFI … Continue reading R E S I S T

Well there you go. An empty canvas of a Virus Lockdown Wembley. The Taffs. Conor Coady being Conor Coady. That means all you hear is his voice rebounding off the rows of empty seats. Ordering, moving players around, but most of all enjoying the absolute shit out of the whole weird occasion. The dysfunctionality of the England player party scene which left three important players…somewhere … Continue reading EL CAPITAN

If I had a thousand people with me I would have stormed the gates of the Southbank and watched some of that game yesterday before the Cops with beards came and chucked me out. This shit isn’t right any more. I want to watch my team play and fight. I want to see Nuno, I want to feel some sense of belonging again and believing … Continue reading Wolves V Fulham

Disappointing. That word kept floating around my head last night. It was silly more than disappointing. Confusing as well but unsurprising. I can keep busting out words like this all the way through this post. To be honest that’s the way Wolves get in your head. I’m searching around for answers and the only way I can answer myself is by wandering around an empty … Continue reading West Ham United V Wolves

There is a breeze and I turn to say, Look at the beautiful day, but hey, There’s no one there but a whisper of grey, In the old gold magic of the day. (Verse of one of my songs) Nuno waved at the Ford Transit Pick up truck as it weaved down the leafy lanes of Nunos ends. In Nunos hand was a couple of … Continue reading Notes From The Frontline: Raul and Jota

I’ll be honest. I was well tempted to go last night and stand on the top of the subway with maybe a few cans, some whisky in my Billy Wright flask, a couple of chaise an nunion cobs. The old bill would have come for sure and I wasn’t sure which Mikey would turn up. The horrible one that would be throwing Coppers off the … Continue reading WE.LOVE.YOU