The Groundhopper

  It's Sunday October 25th and I'm stretched out on the sofa, with Murphy the budgie perched on top of my head. Gerard Houllier ...

It's Friday Oct 11th and I'm boarding the 09:55 Trent Barton bus into Nottingham city centre. Bloody hell, my mother in-law has cl...

I'm traipsing out of a rain-soaked Huish Park in Yeovil. The Foxes have beaten the Glovers 2-1. A rather grumpy and drenched blog lege...

Folk are asking where has he been. It's almost October and so far it's been a no show from the legend. He phones me up on Saturday...

A long drive back from Chorley, was not helped by getting off the M6 a junction too early. There was an awful accident on the opposite car...

It's Sunday morning and I'm navigating the Rolls Royce around the tight streets of the Old Meadows area in Nottingham. It's an...

It's Sunday morning and I'm down at my local club, setting up for my first game as manager of the Under 18s. I'll do well to g...