Column: Away Daze
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St Elmo's on Fire
What a strange Sunday it is. I mean, who would have thought that on this particular Sabbath, a bunch of Boltonians would sat around pleased with themselves. The odds were stacked against any kind of glee. Those that travelled to the game were almost certain to come back shell-shocked, kissing the hallowed earth of...
Don't Mention the Smog
The Boro game fast approaches, and many stereotypes leap to mind. The lazy previewer could easily be tempted to lapse into tired old cliches and stock descriptions of that fine Teesside town nestled between Stockton and Hartlepool. But not this previewer - this preview will be an entirely SMOG-free zone....
A Jussi Three Points
They say a good keeper can be worth 10 points a season. You can chalk yesterdays three up to the Finnish stopper, of that there is no doubt. Wanderers worked hard, even controlled the first half, but ultimately even the biggest rose tinter has to admit that were it not...
A Tale of Two Managers
In the 1992-93 season, I was living in Hull as a student, and I went to a couple of games at Boothferry Park, then home of Hull City. It showed me two sides of the same game. For the first game I was in the home end, attempting to cheer...
Spurs 2 Spods 0
Right Team, Right Time. Not Tottenham. But Bolton. We always seem to be the team that sets someone off on a run of form. It's frustrating. Spurs were still there for the taking Sunday even with the excitement around their new cheeky chappy manager. They simply beat a worse team....
White Harts, White Army, Red Faces?
White Hart Lane has long been the home of incorrect optimism, and I'm not solely referring to the Cocks who go there every fortnight. Two days before Christmas 1995, weary Wanderers schlepped to this arsehole of north London with an away record of W0 D0 L9. By half past four, with...
A Lesson for the Academy
The omens were not good. A London match – and when do we ever win them? The grey skies were pouring rain, and when I arrived at the pub at Liverpool Street for a swift pre-match half, I discovered the tube was knackered. It was going to be a long...
Northern Roundheads v Cockney Cavaliers
As far as I'm concerned, our season starts now. We've got ManUre and Arsenal out of the way, and our always tricky visits to Newcastle and Fulham. Rob Styles has admitted that he made a boob, which should stop the hoards of Whites playing the 'wounded wanker' card (at least,...
Reddy or Not, Here we Come
I am gobsmacked that we've got to Friday and Fergie still hasn't made a comment about Davies's hard tackling and "knowing what to expect from Bolton this weekend". Following Pogatetz's red card midweek and the debate surrounding Davies' challenge last week it seemed inevitable that the level of physicality in the...
UP THE ARSENAL.....
Well, this should be interesting. In today’s BEN, BN, a friend dropping in, or whatever, we are informed that our Liege would like to see his players on "the front foot". Now then, being as by enlarge most of his signings and team formations to print have been all about...
