There’s something about driving through the wilds of Northamptonshire at midday on a Saturday, when you would really have preferred to be admiring Villa Park from the M6, in splendid time for an afternoon at Click here to read more...

  There’s nothing like going to Manchester United. It’s like entering the centre of the earth. Even on an Easter Sunday morning when the drizzle is chilled and there are no lorries on the M25 a Click here to read more...

Let’s start at the end shall we? It is 12.45am, there is no street-lighting and I am walking home through snow drifts in my nice shoes, laptop over my shoulder. I have had to leave my car some distance fr Click here to read more...

Like some peripatetic seagull, I have now seen Brighton & Hove Albion play home games at four locations: at the Goldstone Ground, which was a dump whatever the romantics pretend; at Priestfield, which wasn& Click here to read more...

Ah Nottingham, so much to answer for. Wrong city – it was Sunderland – but you get my point. It's not the best of days, in many, many ways, but the one to share is the fact that I'm on medic Click here to read more...

As history has recorded at dreary length, going to Chelsea was a scary experience in the '70s and '80s. I'm sure I'm not inventing a faux folk memory vis-a-vis shared turnstiles and having to sp Click here to read more...

Ah, international week. Always a chore, never a joy (unless I'm doing something interesting; then it's benison extraordinary) and even less so since they moved internationals to Friday evening. Call me Click here to read more...

The Merseyside derby is a strange beast indeed. Since Sandy Brown achieved a certain kind of immortality with his own goal in 1969, the natural order of things, aided by cameos from Glenn Keeley Nicky Tanner an Click here to read more...

Ah, Wigan. We were such fast friends last year. This year, we haven't seen quite so much of each other. Oh well. Still, it's good to be back. Perhaps we can make a go of things again? If Wigan are to p Click here to read more...

Correct me if I'm wrong, but Millwall and West Ham United isn't the one they call the friendly derby. It's, cough, British football's most vicious rivalry. God only know why they can't all g Click here to read more...