Thank Fuck for That

Last night was a strange experience. As has often been the case this season, a televised (and therefore easy to find on Sopcast) Chelsea match has clashed with a Roma home game. Normally this wouldn’t be a problem; I’d made my choice by coming out here and getting a season ticket, and goddamn it if [...]

An Even Longer Day (of Football)

One of the problems of being a football fan is that so much of your heppiness relies on 15 (relatively, even allowing for lower league weirdos xx) handsomely paid men who couldn’t give a flying toss about you or your life deciding whether they can be bothered to do their jobs properly, or whether their [...]

It never rains but it pours

My match report for Roma-Samp on Wednesday night: I got wet. Not through any orgasm inducing football or impromtu piss games, just incessant, pounding rain. The players came out, swam around a bit, then after Juan unsuccessfuly tried to pass the ball five yards only for it to plop to a halt two inches from [...]

You get back from a six hour journey from Genoa…

And you get those two shitty results greeting you when you get back. What a load of cunt. LIverpool man, fucking Liverpool. They’re fucking crap. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Bring Me the Head of Chelsea’s Marketing Department

As someone who has a season ticket at Chelsea in his name, I still get the occassional promotional email sent to me from the club. Usually these take the form of ticket promotions, or things happening at the ground (player signing sessions and what have you). Every now and then though, a piece of diamond-encrusted [...]

Thank Fuck for That

Somehow, despite quite possibly the most disjointed display I have ever seen in my life, AS Roma have won a game away from home! Incredible. Mind you, they were helped by the world’s worst referee and a ludicrous sending off near the end of the first half, when Bordeux’s Henrique was sent for moving his [...]

Not a Cunning Linguist

Today has been a fairly typical day for me so far; get up, have breakfast, get on with looking for work, proofreading, studying Italian yada yada yada. But every now and again I have an adventure to somewhere new, somewhere magical, or just somewhere that will sell me stamps. Today’s trip was the local post [...]

Back to the Drawing Board (Yes it’s a lame pun – sue me)

It was an absolutely baking hot day yesterday. One of those days where you wake up sticky on sheets lightly peppered with with persperation. Like every August day in Rome, in fact. Frankly I would have forgiven myself for not moving a single muscle until at least about four in the afternoon, but when there’s [...]

War of the Roses

I don’t know what it is about cup draws, but whatever competition they’re in they contrive some how to fuck me over. Last season we had just every single round of both domestic cups at home; ‘why are you complaining you Big Four fuck?’ the chippier among you might ask. Well as good as it [...]

Really, really naff

I mean I don’t think I need to say much here, just check this out and weep. Or laugh, whatever. Stamford Bridge’s newest addition will open tomorrow (Wednesday) when Frankie’s Sports Bar and Grill begins serving food. Frankie’s is an Italian bar and grill, and is the result of the collaboration between champion jockey Frankie [...]