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Some blogs I know

  • Freckles and Doubt
    Considering her mastery of narrative structure etc. (insert narrative structure here.....)
  • Trailer Park Refugee | just three shots of tequila away from a bar fight….
    Just three shots of tequila away from a bar fight...
  • Exile on Pain Street | Straddling the Hudson River. One foot in NYC, the other in suburban New Jersey.
    One man's story, etc.....
  • Fat Man on a Keyboard
    'At first they came for the smokers but I did not speak out as I did not smoke. Then they came for the binge drinkers but I said nothing as I did not binge. Now they have an obesity strategy...'
  • New York Bike Blog
  • Belgian Waffle
    Prolific? Bien sur. Waffle? Not a bit of it. The best thing to come out of Belgium since Leffe Blonde, and that is saying something.
  • Non-working monkey
    'Why taking work seriously turns you into a cock', among other lifesavingly important career advice.
  • Razorblade of life
    'Not so much cutting-edge as half-cut and still sliding'...
  • blue cat
    This blue cat fellow (he writes for the telly you know) issues forth an apparently effortless stream of grade-A funniness that has me overcome in turns by helpless laughter and shameful, powerful envy. There I've said it.
  • Joella
    Joella in Oxfordshire. Working for The Man while training to be a plumber (I think!). Loves gherkins, hates aubergines... and Fascists.
  • Bushra
    Bushra's blog/ homepage/ call it what you want
  • Dubsteps (formerly Hobo Tread)
    Thoughts of Skif, a Havant and Waterlooville fan exiled in Liverpool- possibly the most engaging non-league football writing to be found on the web- and with a little bit of politics, and plenty more beside!
  • Tired Dad
    The Man Who Very Nearly Fell Asleep
  • troubled diva.
    Mike, the self-styled 'Fairy Godmother of British Blogging'. He got us all published in a book, you know...
  • Private Secret Diary
    Dispatches from deepest Norfolk. Not that private and not that secret. Just consistently hilarious.
  • The man who fell asleep; Sadness and ecstasy in unequal measures
    The book inspired by this veteran site (A Year in the life of The Man Who Fell Asleep) features the 'sarcastic polar bears of north London' among other oddities that the author manages somehow to render absolutely plausible.
  • Pete Ashton's Internet Presence
    Birmingham's finest. Writing with enviable clarity on every subject under the sun since 2000 (a very long time indeed!). Now with added nice pictures of canals and stuff...
  • Looby
    'An awkward, clumsy fellow; a lubber; a novice'....a venerated (if refreshingly irreverent) blogging institution. Lancaster's very finest!
  • RichardHerring.com
    The comedian Richard Herring's kind of online diary thing. Always worth a visit.

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November 11, 2009

Comments

Iain

//Did my mother really quite blithely pack me off on Saturday afternoons to be put to the mercy of the inhabitants of what constituted, to all intents and purposes, giant, crumbling, sloping, criminally overcrowded cages?//

As the father of two pre-teen daughters whom I worry about if they venture out as far as the local shops, this never ceases to amaze me.

Back when ah were a lad, I was a regular on the terraces too. And I wasn't just going down the road to Boundary Park. I went to away games all over the place: Huddersfield, West Ham, Stoke, Crystal Palace, Everton, Leeds, Portsmouth. I wasn't doing it solo - it was always on the official supporters' coaches - but I do remember thinking, as we would get off the coach at Elland Road and be escorted by literally hundreds of police officers down all kinds of dodgy back streets to the ground: "I"m glad my Mum can't see me doing this..."

Michael

I remember the same thing almost happening at Grimsby in the early-1990s. Actually, taking trains in Tokyo, I often find myself being reminded of the terraces.

As for Ashley, megalomaniac fits pretty well, but in most cases a simple four letter word does the trick...

looby

Re your experience of Man Utd v Chelsea...I find the higher up the league you go the worse the experience gets.

I watched Nantwich Victoria beat Charlton, 80-odd places above them, in what I insist on calling The FA Cup the other day. I bumped into a Crewe fan who was grudingly complaining that some Crewe fans had gone to watch Nantwich simply out of a sense of shared geographical loyalty. Can't seem many Chelsea fans going along to Fulham on a quiet day.

jonathan

It certainly doesn't happen nowadays Looby-but it used to be far from unheard of for the committed fan to find himself on the terraces of (say) Man United one week, Man City the next. I can remember myself catching the train to Sunderland to catch the odd game- behaviour which I am sure strikes most Newcastle fans under 25 (or for that matter their Sunderland-supporting contemporaries) as downright deviant.

Those younger supporters, of course, have been brought up watching their footall on Sky- whose coverage refuses to acknowledge any kind of fan other than the fanatic. Which, I think, leads to an attitude held generally that if you're not fully accessorised in officially sanctioned and telegenic replica-wear, and you don't 'hate those scum from down the road' then you don't really count as a fan of your own club, no matter how much they mean to you inside. And I think that's a bit sad, really.

(finally, you're going to have to forgive me for the pedantry but I feel duty bound to remind you that it's Northwich Victoria that you were watching, I'm pretty sure this is the first time they have been mentioned in the comment box so we had better get their name right..)

Iain and Michael- thank you also for your comments and reminiscences. Blundell Park, Boundary Park... now those are proper names for football grounds, unlike the ridiculous moniker our crazed owner is trying to saddle us with...

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