It's been four months and seventeen days since I wrote my last post at BigFourZa (and if you thought I pulled that fact out of my ass, wait till you read the rest of this post). To put that into perspective, that's almost twenty eight months in dog years, or in a more footballing context, a time when Chelsea actually had hopes of winning the Premier League.

It's been four months and seventeen days since I wrote my last post at BigFourZa (and if you thought I pulled that fact out of my ass, wait till you read the rest of this post). To put that into perspective, that's almost twenty eight months in dog years, or in a more footballing context, a time when Chelsea actually had hopes of winning the Premier League.

Maddy's Note: Ladies and Gents, presenting the latest in BigFourZa's long line of guest authors; Vivek. United fan primarily, but he supports his local team Real Zaragoza as well (at least he plans to when he gets there next month). You can read more of his work over at his blog; Afterthoughts where this post first appeared.

Ducky's Note: On the back of some good ol' mud-slinging that has been going on at BigFourZa between the usual suspects (being Le Arse and The Devils), I will stealthily slip-in a guest post about why we do all the mud-slinging we do from Debjit Lahiri. Debjit is a Chelsea fan (yes, they still exist!

I don't know what it is about Liverpool that lends itself to modifying pop-culture so much. Maybe it's just that the club itself is so steeped in history, pop-culture and filled with so much nostalgic emotion (they are closer to the Indian cricket team on the Emotional Quotien than an English football club).

The phenomenon that is 'A Clockwork Orange' (for it would do it massive injustice to simply call it a book or a movie) is very interesting when viewed through the prism of modern sport. It deals with a protagonist, who enjoys violence, gets into fights for fun and is completely unapologetic through it all.

There's something about United-Spurs fixtures that has a slightly disconcerting feel to them. It must be that threat of the law of averages catching up with us, with respect to the Spuds. Considering the only game we've lost to them ever is from somewhere around the time when Harry Redknapp was actually a cute little baby (I can't believe I used Harry Redknapp and 'cute' in the same sentence), you would think that we should, sometime, before 2012, eventually lose one.