Posted by admin Apr - 3 - 2016 Comments Off on Billy’s Blog – Holiday time Bournemouth to Paris
With Arfa Bollock in goal a victory was always expected. Our defence started with Aguero on their 12-yard line. That second goal was sublime; as the ball left Kun’s foot it found its way into the net via Silva and KDB without touching the ground. How can you defend against that? Impossible. A repeat of […]
Posted by admin Mar - 19 - 2016 Comments Off on Billy’s Blog – Vive la difference!
PSG nickname The Parisiens, MU nickname the rags. PSG plays at Parc des Princes in lovely Paris by the banks of the Seine, MU turns out at the swamp in, well, Salford by the trolley-strewn tip called the river Irwell. Manager (ex-rag) multi award winning Laurent Blanc, MU manager mutant ninja turtle and so it […]
Posted by admin Mar - 4 - 2016 Comments Off on Billy’s Blog – after the Lord Mayor’s Parade
Penalty shootouts don’t you just love them? Maybe not all of them but 1999 and the awesome latest can’t get better. Roller-coaster stuff yet again from the magnificent Blues. We might not win every game or every game that we should but boy we are always exciting to watch. Even the League Cup warm-down (the […]
Posted by admin Feb - 29 - 2016 Comments Off on Billy’s Blog – Big Willy
Everyone’s talking about our Willy. Maybe we should vote for a Big Willy statue strategically positioned at the West Stand?? Keeping Willy as keeper; Pellegrini’s word, his promise was more “important” than winning the trophy. If the ref had awarded the penalty for the foul on Aguero and we’d scored it then Willy’s opportunity to shine […]
Posted by admin Feb - 26 - 2016 Comments Off on Billy’s Blog – from the ridiculous to the sublime
The absurdity of the FA Cup to the awesome performance in the Ukraine. Rollercoaster? Blackpool Pleasure Beach; the Bobs (sleigh ride), the Revolution (loop-the-loop), Grand National (named after the race), Valhalla (Scandinavian heaven), Big Dipper (large Liverpudlian) have nothing on us and talking of Scousers, Sunday’s game shall see me hanging on to my seat […]