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Heard last week that the council were giving out free Wasps tickets to staff. That doesn’t offend the nostrils at all, does it?

I have said on here before that if anything the nopm policy should be directed at Wasps. They are a parasitical outfit in our ground, stifling our future and that of Cov RFC. Any Sky Blues fan who supports them financially is hammering a nail into the club’s coffin

Whilst I fully accept that everyone can decide for themselves what entertainment they seek and how they spend their money: all City supporters should really consider applying NOPM to Wasps. A London team who are the cuckoos in our nest. Our only hope of a decent home is with their retreat from...

Deduce even! Predictive text, bah!

Had a bit of hope for the last few minutes when it went to ten v ten. From that you may seduce my mark for McNulty

March 1969, six years old. Burnley at home. Main stand. Had been nagging the old man to take me for ages. He'd been going without me and I'd devour the programmes afterwards (not literally!). Never forget the awe inspired by the crowds approaching the ground and inside and that first glimpse...

Should we all boo the players onto the pitch and do wanker gestures at them as they come out this week? Novel approach, save a bit of time and remind them from the start that we will only accept a win for our money.

Are Sunderland fans aware of this? Might send a few of them over the edge.

Sadly my old man has passed on, his last game was the last at Highfield Rd against Derby and at that time he had terminal cancer so that was a tad emotional. Go with my own son and stepson now. My lad was born a few days after we beat Man City 4-3 and the day Portsmouth kicked off so apart from...

I went to my first game in about March 1969, just short of my seventh birthday, having nagged my dad. Burnley at home and we won 4-1. In those days we used to get on a coach laid on from Brinklow to the match. Somehow doubt there's a call for that now. As far as I was concerned Coventry City...

About 1979 I went to work one summer for an uncle in Ireland. My two little cousins started singing at me "there are two e's in Wallace" to my bewilderment. Then the penny dropped that they'd been told that I constantly sang that there was only one Ian Wallace.