Category: The Ball
For many people, major sports tournaments are the only occasion that national anthems are heard. These peculiar tunes have become a genre of their own, transcending the mere hymns that many of them were in first place, and they range from the gloriously uplifting to mournful dirges. The selection of words has, in many countries, brought about national debate that has been all-encompassing. In the case of Spain, it was decided that it would probably be for the best just to not bother having any for the sake of national unity.
Some ill-advised comments made by the Celtic chairman John Reid at last year’s club AGM may now be coming back to haunt him, as rivals Rangers seem to be coasting to a Scottish Premier...
Newcastle United go into this afternoon’s Tyne-Tees derby match at Middlesbrough in reasonably rude health on the pitch, but this has meant that the club’s management has started to make public pronouncements about how great they are doing.
Cambridge United of the Blue Square Premier face a battle to save their home, The Abbey Stadium. They have asked us to post this on here to highlight their current position and we are only too happy to do so.
The Champions League match between Manchester United and Milan had been punctuated by what are now starting to become familiar images. The green and gold gold scarves and the “Love United Hate Glazer” flags...
It’s springtime, so discussion has started again about how to make the game in Scotland more exciting but, as Gavin Saxton reports, none of those that are being put forward are likely to do much about the two or three elephants that live in the room that is Scottish football.
This week’s episode of Shit Shot Mungo deals with the aftermath of what has come to be “Nutsgate”, wrestles the tricky situation of Heart of Clackmannanshirebeing so far adrift at the bottom of the SPL table that they can only be seen with binoculars and also features the welcome return of the chairman, Sir Roddy Bulbs.
A million miles removed from the opulent lives of the millionaire players and the neatly coiffured executives, the reality of Portsmouth’s financial desperation came home to roost. It didn’t, however, come home to roost for those that can afford it or those that are to blame for this whole sorry mess in which they find themselves.
It all started around a week ago, when a committee member at Northern League club Billingham Town found an envelope taped to the gates of their Bedford Terrace ground. Inside the envelope was a writ from Hartlepool United, who allege a debt of £10,443.97 owed for improvements carried out to the ground by them.
To anyone that has been following the modus operandi of the British gutter press for the last few years or so, the news that the England hotel at The Grove Hotel at Chandler’s Cross, near Watford in Hertfordshire was bugged prior to their friendly match against Egypt will come as little surprise.
There is something strangely appealing about a really bad pitch. In an age in which so many aspects of football seem to be so sanitised, there is something quite comforting a pitch with puddles on it or one that is completely and utterly devoid of grass.
Spring is in the air, and since it is the start of a new season, it must be time for a new financial crisis at Weymouth Football Club. The club was relegated from the Blue Square Premier at the end of last season and is already adrift at the bottom of the Blue Square South and facing relegation for the second season in a row.
Portsmouth beat Birmingham City 2-0 at Fratton Park yesterday afternoon to reach the FA Cup finals for the second time in three years. This in itself is a remarkable achievement considering the absolute chaos that is unfolding behind the scenes at the club, but it seems likely that any financial benefits from this will be the equivalent of applying a sticking plaster to a gaping wound.