Preamble

And so it continues. Having offered up my soul for a green arrow in last week’s Preamble, I ...

The post Wildcard blues are definitely hanging over me. Last week’s refresh failed to stave off a fourth ...

This was meant to be restful. After a Summer tangled up by various technical and business related headaches, ...

Today isn’t make or break for myself and Robin, but it’s certainly a test of our marriage. I’ve ...

After my unexpected start to the season, last weekend was always going to be like “my difficult second ...

This is new territory. Traditionally, my team limps, almost apologetically out of the blocks, sits somewhere around the ...

The final day drama may be restricted to affairs in North London but in our world, every pass, ...

It’s like we’re being prepared for the inevitable: slowly eased into a life without football and the spills ...

When we finally make it over the line in just over a fortnight’s time, it’s likely that many ...

We really should savour this. While the sun beaming through my window helps to banish the grey, wet ...

There’s nothing quite like a double Gameweek. The build-up generates such anticipation, the promise of a points avalanche ...

Once again the duties of real-life have deprived me of the opportunity to spend my Saturday mulling over ...