...where were we?

Oh crikey, is it that time of year already? And there I was, soaking up some rays, sipping my lager while carefully studying the eye candy strolling past...and then I realised that not everybody is fortunate enough to live next to the Med, some people have to work for a living. Like those poorly paid Premiership players, for example. Bless 'em, let's not get them jealous with tales of sun-soaked fun.

Anyway, as the Med gently laps at my toes, yesterday saw the annual Charity Shield bash, this year it was Man United v Portsmouth. Now I know why the start of the season almost passed me by...hardly the most appetising game possible, right? So, who won? Does anyone really care, apart from a few Man United fans who will go on and on and on (mentioning no names here) about this being another trophy-laden season...the bastards. And talking of bastards, this little story of a possible Henry return to UK shores is a little hard to take. My beer suddenly doesn't taste quite as good...

With an important Champs League qualifier in mid-week, Arsenal are looking reasonable, even if it means we have to take the badge kissing antics of a certain Adebayor. He's still top-class, even if he still misses sitters. And who else out there is available, within Arsene's price range? Exactly.

This weekend also saw the start of the lower leagues (all those not privileged with celebrity Premiership status), including my homeboys, Eastbourne Borough, who are bidding for entry into the League - this season they are in the Conference (now the Blue Square Premier) for the first time in their history. Unfortunately, even with the ancestors sent to bang the drums and spit at the ref, they blew it and lost 1-0 at home to Rushden and Diamonds.

Time for another beer. More tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow, this blog is back in business!