Confessions of an armchair football fan

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”

VAR: the epitome of joyless officialdom

I am deliberately writing this ahead of the biggest Premier League game in a couple of years, with Liverpool going to Manchester City on Sunday in a much-vaunted ‘title decider’. (I don’t think it will decide the title, but it will certainly have an impact.) I might or might not anticipate Anthony Taylor making aContinue reading “VAR: the epitome of joyless officialdom”