Won’t Get Fooled Again

Often in an Roman block of flats, you’ll here the sound of the buzzer. Mostly this is mates calling up to be let into the building, or a postman, or maybe even a sparky or whoever alse is being employed by the condominio to do bits of maintenance work. Normally it’s not a problem letting [...]

Spettacolo Roma

I had the pleasure yesterday of watching one of the most enjoyable games of football I’ve seen in a long time, full of spirit and attacking verve, with two good sides going at each other hammer and tongs, tackle after tackle, and in other sexual innuendo-y ways.
Genoa came to the Olimpico in fourth place, having [...]

Oh the Humanity!

ROMA, 2 February 2009 (Translated from the Gazzetta and Il Giornale) :Floppy-haired Gallic pansy Phillipe Mexes was attacked eraly this morning by a group of Lazio fans outside the Gilda nightclub in the centre of town, a nototrious haunt for footballers and other Beautiful people (otherwise known as monied show off twats) with appalling hair [...]

A Message for Chelsea Football Club

Sack Phil Scolari at the first available opportunity. I don’t care whether it’s now or the end of the season, have him trampled under a carnival float in Rio for all I care, just make sure he disappears, right? I’m sure RA’s boys could sort out something if he gets pissy about compensation. Then, use [...]

In Praise of Real Journalism and Shame on the BBC

Over the last few weeks, in the spirit of rediscovering what it is a journalist does when he wants to inhabit a world in which he doesn’t belong, I have been reading Homicide: A Year on the Killing Streets by David Simon. He’s more famous for the subsequent TV programmes that came from the book, [...]

Just a Quick One

So I eluded to the fact that the Lodi guys had gently mocked me in the previous post, in the latest edition of their fanzine Voce in Capitolo. In their fortnightly odds round-up they asked the question:
Alla Domanda, ‘Terry è vero che gli ultrà Lodigiani ti purgano’ risponderà? (To the question ‘Terry, is it true [...]

PISSING CUNTFLAPS

So we bottled another big game them, and seem to have lost our ability to win at home, which is worrying. Most irritating is that we seem to want to hand the title to fucking Liverpool, as there’s no way those fin cut shit eating arsewipes and their pink-booted mulleteers are getting anywhere near the [...]

Fucking Rubbish

So you know (and have probably laughed at) the score from last night. And in case you were wondering, no, it wasn’t a very pleasant experience. So much so that I petulantly decided that I was going to throw my Roma season ticket in the bin, or a least sell it for a few quid, [...]

Ticket News

Well after some faff and arsing around that involved getting my dad to go up the Bridge to collect my ticket and Spangles bringing it back from London, I’ve got my hands on a ticket for Roma-Chelsea in the away end. And here it is:

The token nod to security seems to be my Christian name [...]

Ceasefire

In a move that is sure to shock the world, me and Spangles are watching the game together with Pizza. I’m not entirely sure this is a good idea.