Confirmation Received: Football IS dead

Yes I’m afraid confirmation has now been received that football really IS dead. It came in an unusual form, but it is indisputable.

Tony Pulis - Manager of the Month. I’ll say that again. Tony Pulis, you know, the Stoke City manager, has been named as the Championship’s Manager of the Month for February.

Putting aside for one minute the fact that no 50 year-old man should be seen permanently wearing a baseball cap (I don’t care if you’re going bald or not, it’s just not cricket), how did that happen?

If you look at the facts it’s actually fairly clear. Stoke won their first five matches in February (before it all went a bit wrong against Preston) and are now, incredibly, sitting atop the Championship table.

Stoke don’t actually play football though, so I’m sure if we look at the rules we’ll find some sort of loophole there that enabled this to sneak through.

Part of me would actually quite like them to go up this season, if for no other reason than to find out if it is possible for anyone to embarrass themselves in the Premier League more than sorry old Derby have managed to this year.

A touch of bitterness? Would I swap places with a Stoke fan right now? If it meant playing the sort of football that requires some serious neck support then no, not on your nelly.

What was that sell-on clause for Joe again?

According to today’s Sun newspaper, Manchester United and Liverpool have been keeping tabs on City’s former keeper Joe Lewis.

It was only last month that the giant keeper left the Yellows to join Posh for £400k, which I believed at the time and still believe now was good business for the club - especially as there was a nice big juice sell-on clause attached.

A Public Service Announcement

This week of all weeks it is only right and proper to post a public service announcement to men everywhere, so ladies if you can avert your eyes for the remainder of this post I would be extremely grateful.

Have they gone? Ok, lads listen up. You might not realise this but tomorrow is 29^th February. In case you are unaware, that is the day that women are “allowed” to propose to their men, so if the missus is acting a little strange (I resisted the urge to write “stranger than normal”) and you’re out for dinner tomorrow tonight, or she has arranged any “special” plans, if you don’t want an uncomfortable few night’s sleep in the spare room you might want to pick up that headache she always seems to have just after Match of the Day has finished.

You know the one. It comes on all of a sudden in the evening for a few hours but is gone again by morning.

Don’t say I didn’t want you.

PS for the record I’m very happily engaged - and it was almost all my own idea!