I have reached something of a milestone with this blog.
Tomorrow will be my 900th post.
And yesterday I had over 1000 hits - the highest ever.
Since I started I have had almost 167,000 hits.
All this from a girl who less than 3 years ago was not only disinterested in football but had an active dislike for it. Click to continue reading...

I feel as if I am in the presence of history in the making.
A legend is starting to form.
A moment in time is becoming an iconic image.
Everybody's talking about it.
The British.
The Americans.
The Swedes.
Even the French themselves. Click to continue reading...

Ooh dear!
Half time in extra time.
France vs Ireland in the World Cup Qualifying Play-offs.
And the commentators I have been listening to on Talk Sport are not happy at all.
"It's a disgrace"
"Will the officials be brave enough to take retrospective action? Click to continue reading...

Would you like to have a marriage like Coleen and the Roo?
Well before you sneer too much, let me tell you they have the success factors needed to ensure they stay together.
Apparently.
And girls, should you decide to follow the lovely Coleen's example and find your perfect partner, you might appreciate some tips on how to enhance your chances of a good catch. Click to continue reading...

I'm a great believer in looking for ways to involve nature in the healing process.
One of my biggest regrets is that I did not take more time to learn what my grandmother had to tell about such things before she died.
Even so I found one story I read today something of a challenge. Click to continue reading...

It's amazing, isn't it, how sometimes a game of football has the capacity to command your complete attention to the exclusion of everything else around you?
And then of course there are times when it doesn't.
I meant to pay close attention to it.
I sat down and watched the national anthems and minute's silence for Enke. Click to continue reading...

Do you know that feeling when you haven't had something you really like for a while and have even stopped consciously missing it?
Like the first taste of Baileys around Christmas.
Or the early summer sun on your skin.
I had such a moment today.
You watched me enjoying it before. Click to continue reading...

There are tempestuous days ahead.
There has been a small rainstorm brewing for some time.
And now the storm clouds are really starting to gather.
The winds are beginning to howl.
I tell you, there's going to be a hurricane.
Don't believe me? Click to continue reading...

It's official then.
Hadrian's wall was built for a reason.
The Premiership doesn't want the Old Firm on their manor.
This is a local game for local people.
Well apart from Cardiff and Swansea that is.
"Neither desirable nor viable".
I presume that refers to the proposal as opposed to the Scots themselves. Click to continue reading...

Three Tommies sat in a trench one day,
Discussing the war, in the usual way,
They talked of the mud, and they talked of the Hun,
Of what was to do, and what had been done,
They talked about rum, and – 'tis hard to believe –
They even found time to speak about leave. Click to continue reading...

Long term readers of this blog may remember that my dad was very ill a few months ago.
It was a difficult time.
But I kept the faith and he emerged the other side.
Since then he has faced huge challenges, not least of which was that his kidneys failed and he has been on dialysis since. Click to continue reading...

"It's not good enough", he protested as we wound our way back up the hill to our house.
'He' being My Lover of course.
"Benitez has got to go".
It was a great match to watch.
But Liverpool would have suffered another defeat, at home, if they hadn't cheated (the dive that resulted in a penalty was outrageous). Click to continue reading...

My lover and I went to Reading today to visit two long standing friends of my lover.
Neither are football fans but both are two of the most delightful people you could wish to meet.
Anyway, prior to having a wonderful lunch and afternoon of laughter and music, my lover took the backroads to his old home town. Click to continue reading...

Self pity is an unattractive quality in a person I have to concede.
Except when I am the subject of course.
For a girl who rarely gets sick, having a heavy cold has proved something of a challenge.
And as if that wasn't bad enough in itself, The Foxes lost at home today 1 -2 (it would have been 0 2 had it not been for a 90 minute goal by Berner). Click to continue reading...

As you will have gathered I have been somewhat distracted this week.
Blocked sinus' and a red nose are neither nice to live with nor pretty.
But hey - Foxes are fighters so here I am bouncing back and catching up on football news.
Which included a report of our match against QPR which we won 1 2 at Loftus Road. Click to continue reading...