The last few days in the Six Counties feel like someone has powered up the DeLorean and driven us back to 1996.
Autumn of discontent
The public presentation of the Celtic non-board seems to be “Crisis? What Crisis?”
Gallant allies and immortal writers
Yesterday, while some poor dears in the green half of Glasgow were fretting about the availability of Camilo Andres Durán Márquez for selection, the Bretton Woods dispensation was being potentially reimagined.
False equivalence Sunday at Ibrox
Tomorrow, the stadium that John played for will have no visiting fans.
Just another racist Sunday
I will be pleasantly surprised if the local media points to the “Bill the Butcher” tifo at Pittodrie today.
