I don’t like it when people say they like this blog. I like it but sometimes they think it’s me and it’s not at all correct. What is any of this shit without all of us? The faces in the stories are ours in all their madness. So yeah…fuck Bolton. What even is a Bolton?Continue reading “Not All Wanderers Are Lost”
Monthly Archives: November 2017
The How, The Where and The When
‘Leeds are falling apart again’ It was a storm of sorts I think. The wind whipped around and coat choices were by the by really as those fingers peeled through the layers and it was Leeds. Memories of the Northbank whenever we play them. It was my first game back in 1972 when things wereContinue reading “The How, The Where and The When”
Adventures in Nunoland
Jaap Stam eh? He says he can beat us and he’s not scared. He waxes lyrical to the press about it with that Stam Steeze where his forehead wrinkles up like a Primark shirt after one wash. It’s an internal dialogue where he’s talking to himself really. Forget about our team Jaap. Forget about theContinue reading “Adventures in Nunoland”
The Ballad of Conor Coady
Do we not love him? I do I’m afraid…love a funny word really. I love my dogs, I love getting on my bike but how do I equate ‘loving a player’? I think it’s football love. He’s a fantastic Captain of our team, he is a rock in defense, a constant ‘face’ in the teamContinue reading “The Ballad of Conor Coady”
The Heresy of Nunoism
Heresy: (The act of having) an opinion or belief that is opposite of for or against what is the official or popular opinion, or an action the shows you have no respect for the official opinion. Are we not all Heretics? The journey back from Molineux last night was a circular and twisted one. TalkingContinue reading “The Heresy of Nunoism”
Peasants At The Gates
Just a few thoughts on the negative stories the Express and Star put out on Social Media yesterday. Norwich was weird wasn’t it? Me and Horace stood outside the ground pre-game sipping a Coffee and just observing the absolute madness that permeated this crazy load of fans from Norwich….ok that’s a lie. It was likeContinue reading “Peasants At The Gates”
Brotherhood Of The Wolf
Gather around children… Once upon a time in a land called Molineux there was a brave handsome Prince named Nuno. In that land in which he lived the people didn’t smile much. It wasn’t that the land of Molineux was a sad land. They were generally a happy people, singing songs, drinking beer, laughing,Continue reading “Brotherhood Of The Wolf”
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