When I was young, I was convinced that in later life, I’d live in Liverpool and have a season ticket for Anfield. As a boy, my Dad would take me to games, but money being tight, it was nowhere near as often as I wanted to go. When I’m grown up, I told myself againContinue reading “Confessions of an armchair football fan”
Random rambles about life, music and football from a man who took up blogging way after it was a thing
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