20 years ago today the worst week in this country's post-war history began.
The week in which this country abandoned quiet dignity, reserve and stoicism and instead embraced hysteria, emotional incontinence, narcissistic displays of grief and - worst of all - public weeping.
The week in which this country abandoned quiet dignity, reserve and stoicism and instead embraced hysteria, emotional incontinence, narcissistic displays of grief and - worst of all - public weeping.
And we'd just drawn 0-0 with Spurs.
Bit of an overreaction. We'd cry with joy at that result now.
No, it was struck off for breaking the laws of the universe. Steve Claridge is the man. Quite erudite for a footballer. Which isn't saying much.
No, I looked it up. Steve Walsh. ****bag. Him, not you.
I'd hardly call Steve Claridge erudite. He's reasonably coherent, but if he's ever read anything more challenging than The Racing Post, I'd be surprised.
No, I looked it up. Steve Walsh. ****bag. Him, not you.
I'd hardly call Steve Claridge erudite. He's reasonably coherent, but if he's ever read anything more challenging than The Racing Post, I'd be surprised.
I really have blocked the memory. I don't have any recollection of him.