Monthly Archives: January 2018

Jota..we are going to sign him on a permanent deal from Atletico Madrid. Young Jota my dear friend how I have been worried. Watching you slide and tickle the delights right up from the depths of my belly and into my heart. How I was worried you would be gone. That you would look atContinue reading “Pequeno Lobo – The Little Wolf”

Another guest post! You’re being spoiled. My mate Ian went to Ipshit with a burning question from me. Has it changed? I keep being cajoled to do one of these blog efforts and when Mikey posed the question about whether Ipswich has changed or not I thought I’d have a go. I thought a lotContinue reading “‘Didn’t we have a luvverly time the day we went to Ipshit’”

Well here we are again. Ipswich and old big Nose eh? The last time I went to Ipswich was in the 90s and that was bad enough. Micks teams are a bit like the town really. A mix of Brexit leaflets, shit graffiti tattoos, crustiness, gritty, a bit boring, a bit sad maybe. Has itContinue reading “Ascendant”

As you know I like to bust open the doors of SBR to guest posts and here’s one from my good friend Hank who felt like getting some things off his chest and what better place to do it than here in the madness of the SBR blog. Gew on Son *Passes the Mic WelcomeContinue reading “The Grit Bin: Wolves Ay We”

Amazing what you can actually buy from Aldi with two quid. It’s like a Mediterranean breakfast or something. Four croissants, soft cheese, butter and a funky coffee. Two quid! So I eat like an Italian Prince as the rain and wind beats on the window outside. Beautiful Wednesfield. I’d swap it for a gentle bikeContinue reading “Sunshine Super Nuno”

I’m only having a laugh. I don’t care where you sit, what you wear, if you sing, or how you feel about the whatevers. I don’t care if you haven’t been to a game for the past few years, I don’t care if you have only missed one match in the last 50  years. IContinue reading “Northbank Resistance”

  I staggered back to the underground And the breeze blew back my hair I remember throwin’ punches around And preachin’ from my chair The Who ‘Who Are You’ Hey you! You Nuno Espirito Santos! Who are you? 12 Minutes and 54 seconds the Southbank sang the same song over and over again. It wasContinue reading “The 12.54 To Dysfunction Junction”