The Chicken or the Meg

Write-up by Gerry McDonnell Existence is full of little contradictions. When a expert gambler outlets all around for value, he’s lauded for his shrewdness. But when I utilize a comparable degree of financial prudence exterior of the betting arena, I’m thought to be meaner than a premenstrual Scot with a toothache. I’m not ashamed to…

One flu over…the cuckoo’s next

Write-up by Gerry McDonnell Even by my personal modest specifications, it really is been a poor week. I’ve been left practically incapacitated by what I can only presume is a new super-strain of bird flu, quite possibly created by an increasingly desperate rogue factor of the bookmaking business. I started off feeling nauseous final Saturday,…

Cole, Frank Incensed and Meh

Post by Gerry McDonnell I’ve never been a wonderful fan of Steve McClaren, but it really is wholly unfair to spot the blame for the death of English football at the feet of one hapless personal. Personally, I hold Frank Lampard solely accountable. The great and the good of the world of punditry, and David…