Thanks Carra

Posted on September 4th, 2010

I wonder if Roy Evans knew exactly what he was unleashing when he sent Jamie Carragher on for his first team debut on January 8, 1997. Some 600 plus games – and legendary status amongst the Anfield faithful – later, ‘Carra’ today celebrated a well-deserved testimonial today with a Merseyside Derby against his boyhood heroes, Everton.

It was the rarest of Merseyside Derbies, in that the result was immaterial, although Reds will be pleased to know that Liverpool ran out 4-1 victors. Today was all about Carra and his 23 Foundation, about the man already assured of immortality on the Kop, the man for whom Liverpool supporters ‘re-wrote’ a Beatles classic, with the words sung to the tune of Yellow Submarine but replaced with the lyrics “We all dream of a team of Carraghers”!

Jamie Carragher is a rare gem in this era, a one club man, seemingly not motivated by money, but a working class lad who just goes out every match and gives his heart and soul for Liverpool Football Club. I salute him, and below you will find my tribute to Liverpool’s Number 23.

Napoleon Had That Idea

Posted on September 2nd, 2010

Liverpool Football Club are, in the opinion of many observers, a club in crisis. A footballing institution driven into financial ruin by two American owners, a giant of British football reduced to seventh place in the Premier League last season.

However, in football as in other walks of life, everything is relative. I can assure you that there were at least 13 other Premier League clubs that would have happily swapped places with Liverpool last year. However, they are NOT Liverpool, and for Liverpool, The Bastion of Invincibility, nothing other than the very best will suffice.

“My idea was to build Liverpool into a bastion of invincibility. Napoleon had that idea. He wanted to conquer the bloody world. I wanted Liverpool to be untouchable. My idea was to build Liverpool up and up until eventually everyone would have to submit and give in” ~ Bill Shankly

It is because of what Bill Shankly started, because of what Bob Paisley continued, that Liverpool Football Club has a heritage that few clubs can dream of emulating, that Liverpool Football Club, even amidst the shambolic tenure of their current owners, strive for nothing less than first place. And whilst this may necessitate illusions of current grandeur, Shanks would have accepted no less.

Few of today’s fan base may remember that Liverpool lay at the foot of the old Football League Second Division, and had been humbled by non-league Worcester City in the FA Cup, when Shanks arrived in December 1959. Melwood, and parts of Anfield, were in a state of disrepair, and one of Shankly’s first actions was to release 24 squad members.

At this stage, he also converted an old storage room into a discussion room for coaching staff. This quickly became known as the Anfield Boot Room, and whilst others may have tried to replicate it, no other has had the fame, aura or mystique of this institution.

It started with Shanks, Paisley and Joe Fagan, and welcomed Ronnie Moran, Roy Evans and ‘King’ Kenny Dalglish after them. Just looking at those names would raise the hairs on the neck of any Liverpool supporter. These men, between them, delivered 13 Football League titles and 4 European Cups, amongst other honours.

Just as Shankly had promised, Liverpool Football Club were untouchable, and all others submitted. Those who visited Anfield to take on the Mighty Reds did so with a mix of resignation and trepidation.

That was then, however, and this is now. Shankly’s beloved Liverpool Football Club stands at a crossroads, on a precipice even, the likes of which have been unknown since the passionate Scotsman walked into the club in 1959, saying:

“Although I’m a Scot, I’d be proud to be called a Scouser”

Bob Paisley won more League Titles and also conquered Europe on multiple occasions. Joe Fagan won a hitherto unknown treble, and Kenny Dalglish brought The Double to Anfield in his first season. More recently, of course, Rafa Benitez presided over THAT memorable night in Istanbul. However, it is William Shankly OBE, who is remembered and immortalised by Liverpool supporters as the man responsible for its glorious history.

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Shankly would have been 97 years old today. He passed in 1981, at a time when the dominance of his beloved club was at its peak under Bob Paisley. However, no Liverpool fan, no matter how young, is unaware of the father of Liverpool Football Club. The Shankly Gates and Statue ensure that.

Yes, I do call for a dose of realism from the supporters of today, and an acceptance of where we currently are as a club. However, Shanks would not have stood for it, and would have given every sinew of energy to change the status quo. That is why I am proud to support the Spirit of Shankly group, that is committed to removing the current owners from our club.

Shanks would have been proud and would have been a part of it. He would have known that with such commitment, passion and pride, Liverpool Football Club remains an irresistible force that will again take its place not only at the top table of football, but as the Guest of Honour. Football needs a successful Liverpool Football Club, and its supporters demand it, for as Shankly told us:

“If you are first you are first. If you are second, you are nothing”

I was only seven when Bill Shankly passed away, and was born some 2 weeks after he took his final bow at Wembley, winning the 1974 FA Cup Final. I grew up with Paisley and Dalglish, but I am in no doubt of the man who made Liverpool Football Club everything that it is today.

You will notice the reference on several occasions to ‘the current owners’. Whilst we are all aware of their names, we refuse to print those names on a day dedicated to the memory of Bill Shankly.

An Update from the Editorial Team

Posted on August 31st, 2010

I thought that this would be an opportune moment to keep you updated with some small changes to hetoreahamstring.me.uk. As with any blog, we are always looking to improve content, and attract new readers, so have added some interactive options for communicating with our audience as follows:-

  1. The He Tore A Hamstring Facebook Page
  2. If you are a Facebook user, please feel free to join this page. It will publish all new blog posts, as well as posts of interest from other sources. We will also use this page for posting interactive polls on which our audience can vote, and various photographs and videos of interest.

  3. Livefyre Comments
  4. We have decided upon Livefyre as our new comment system after trying several options. Livefyre is the newest of its type on the market and we have been very impressed by the constant communication and subtle improvements. As it is still in Beta testing mode, we fully expect a few teething problems, but these have been few and far between. As with other similar packages, our readers can login with either their Twitter or Facebook accounts to leave comments. (If you experience any technical issues, just let me know and I shall ask the lovely Jenna at Livefyre)

  5. Guest Bloggers
  6. All of us have a creative streak somewhere. I would love to utilise this blog as a way of making a living but unfortunately I need the day job to pay the bills. With the day job also consuming time, I would welcome submissions from any of our audience on any subject of their choice. No payments I’m afraid, but an opportunity to see your own work on the ‘big screen’. Please contact the editorial team for further details.

  7. Hamstring Heaven
  8. Hamstring Heaven is our new Amazon store. As a certain time of the year approaches rapidly, we will be adding topical items that might just make the perfect gift for the sports fanatic in the family. Your purchase will be direct from Amazon so you are protected by their reputation of excellence.

 

We certainly hope that you like some of the changes that we have made to the site, and most importantly that you will continue to enjoy your reading and interaction with us. Remember, all suggestions are welcome. Thanks for all your support.

Urban Legend: Death by Forgetfulness

Posted on August 30th, 2010

Popular culture would have it as one of contemporary society’s greatest sins, a constant theme in romantic comedy, soap opera and film. So quite how often do we forget anniversaries, not to mention birthdays and the like? And is it confined solely to the male gender, or is it a shared domain? Urban myth, as always, gives us much to consider!

Now, I can only vouch personally, but I have been surrounded by strong women – perfectly reasonable but strong nonetheless – throughout my life, the main protagonists being my ubiquitous mum, and my lovely fiancée Dani.

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I have some strange tendencies in life, and amongst those are a penchant for a trouble free and uncomplicated existence, as well as a clean bill of health. If you can see where I am leading with this, it would simply never have been worth my while to even consider forgetting a significant date in the family diary!

I did, on one occasion, go down the Basil Fawlty route, and it is not necessarily a path that I will be looking to tread again! On that occasion, my best pal actually had to tell Dani that I had a night out planned for her, as her ire had provoked her to head to Liverpool Lime Street to board a train to go and see her family in London instead.

I know of friends who have forgotten, and I know also of a dad who may also have encountered an annual appointment with amnesia, albeit not unfailingly. I have still, however, always found it close to impossible to forget the special dates in my personal calendar.

Yesterday happened to be a very meaningful day for a close friend of mine who was due to get married. He was never far from my thoughts, despite correctly, in my opinion, choosing to escape for some solitary time. Hindsight will eventually dictate that they were fortunate to come to the decision before their day with destiny.

It was not lost on me either, that the same day would have been exactly a year away from my own wedding. As I stated, I have a photographic memory for important dates, but could not help feeling a touch bemused at contemplating an ‘anniversary’ that never happened.

From my perspective, August 28 is a considerably meaningful day for me. Admittedly, next year’s may be the most difficult that I meet, but even now, it was always going to be a day of reflection. Grief is said to pass with time and I am sure that it will get easier for all of us as time progresses.

What we would have been doing yesterday, who knows! The most likely scenario is probably some form of family meal where we all breathed deeply and realised how much work we still had to do! And of course a private moment of reflection for me when I counted my blessings, as I did every day and still do, for Dani’s presence in my life.

Whilst men up and down the country manage to forget key dates, I somehow find myself unable to forget one that never happened. I knew that attention to detail would get me into trouble one day!

For those that do have trouble with their memories, I am reliably informed that Forgot.Com is an essential tool! For me, I am going to try and remember exactly what I have planned for tomorrow morning, probably failing spectacularly.

Cricket in Crisis

Posted on August 29th, 2010

Make no mistake about it, the reputation of cricket lies in tatters this morning after sensational revelations of ‘spot-fixing’ by the News of the World, relating to the current Test Match at Lord’s, between England and Pakistan.

For clarity, it needs to be made clear that there is no suggestion that the match, or any other in the series, has been fixed. Spot-fixing relates to betting on certain individual instances in a match, for example betting on when the first wicket might fall, the first boundary scored, or even how many runs will be scored in a specific over.

It is not the first time this year that spot-fixing has hit the headlines, with the arrest of two Essex players, including Pakistani leg-spinner Danish Kaneria, earlier this season over what would prove to be unsubstantiated allegations.

These current claims relate to Pakistani bowlers bowling No-Balls at specific point of the match. It would be wrong to make undue inferences until further details emerge, but an initial view of the deliveries in question raise grave concern.

The prodigious youngster, Mohammad Amir, is shown to overstep on two separate occasions by an alarming margin, as is his colleague Mohammad Asif on another. As someone who has played a good standard of cricket, and observed the sport religiously throughout his life, I can attest that the distances by which the line was overstepped on these occasions is unusual for top class performers.

It has been said that it is nigh on impossible to monitor spot-fixing within sport, given the random and high volume nature of events on which people can now bet. It has also been well documented that the sports betting syndicates, notably those in Asia, are continuing to wield an unhealthy influence within sport.

This is not confined to cricket. Former World Snooker Champion, John Higgins, is alleged to have enquired about betting against himself in a World Championship Final, and one of the most high profile cases in football surrounded former Liverpool goalkeeper, Bruce Grobbelaar.

Cricket has certainly not been immune to scandal, with the affair surrounding the late Hansie Cronje shaking the foundations of the game to its core in 2000. He was the highest profile victim in a series of investigations that would see many big names implicated and exonerated in an ongoing game of ‘Chinese Whispers’. Others who would receive lifetime bans were former international captains, Salim Malik and Mohammad Azharrudin.

The ICC Anti-Corruption and Security Unit has continued with its program, but rumours have continued to abound about suspicious betting on cricket. However, nothing has been quite as pointed as the accusations made last night.

Devastating though these claims may be, they present the International Cricket Council with a renewed opportunity to act decisively in the quest to clean up the sport loved by so many.

If players are guilty, they should be punished heavily without exception, dependent on the findings of ongoing investigations, and if this includes life bans, so be it. Whilst this would be tragic in the case of the 18 year-old and highly touted Amir, it would represent a message that no corruption will be tolerated in the sport.

Cricket tonight stands at a crossroads, on the point of a damaging crisis. However, with adversity comes opportunity. The ICC must use every weapon in its artillery to send out a message to players, betting syndicates and fans, that it will act in the best interests of cricket, and will protect cricket from an endemic which threatens to destroy the very fabric of the gentleman’s game.

The Return to Innocence

Posted on August 26th, 2010

It’s been an ever so slightly busy week!! A day of interviews in each of London, Manchester and Birmingham, followed eventually by a well deserved day of rest.

I could not describe myself as mentally or physically tired per se, but constant travelling and ‘getting yourself up’ for interviews takes its toll over such a condensed period.

What has helped is the pure relaxation that I have felt since handing in my notice last Wednesday. This is not a slight on Reed Specialist Recruitment, a company for whom I am privileged to have worked over 3 years.

However, the last few months have seen me worn down, maybe by familiarity, and certainly by the need for a rest, the first such period of type that I have had since the death of my fiancée last November. Fatigue and frustration have prevented me from producing my best work, which is fair neither to myself or my colleagues.

Quite simply, I feel that I needed a change, a fresh start and renewed impetus. For that alone, I had no fears in handing in my notice when I did, despite not having confirmed what my next move was. The bottom line is that there was an existing offer on the table, and furthermore, I have worked hard enough to put myself in a situation where a couple of months without work would not cripple me financially, and would possibly be of great benefit to my health.

As much as I will miss some wonderful people with whom I have shared so much over the last 3 years, I literally felt the weight of the world lifted from my shoulder within minutes of leaving for the last time.

Of course, with interviews aplenty, I could not be accused of resting too much this week, but that will be a necessity in the weeks to come. Besides, a weekend which will include my leaving do, a trip to the Notting Hill Carnival, and the annual cricket club barbeque, cannot be a bad thing.

Difficult decisions await, but I count myself fortunate to be in a situation where I have decisions to make. By the end of September, I could be writing this blog from Manchester, or still be in Birmingham … decisions, decisions!

Life choices aside, Birmingham may face an interesting period over the next few days. Am not sure whose idea it was to have Villa and The Blues both playing at home tonight … am sure the West Midlands Police are braced! And if that isn’t enough, they will both feature on Sky Sports’ Super Sunday this weekend … I’m sure that the Publicans of the City are absolutely delighted!

By the time I next update this blog, I may have accepted a new job, and may be relocating. I might also be in a city ravaged by footballing civil-war, although I suspect Birmingham will survive the fixture computer!

I will definitely be relaxed, I will definitely be optimistic and eager for my new challenge, and I will most probably have consumed a few glasses of my favourite tipple in the intervening period!

The last year has taught me much about myself, and life in general. The most important of these has been never to afraid of admitting when things are becoming too much, for grief is not to be encountered alone. Furthermore, do not be afraid or too proud to smile, enjoy your life, and empower yourself to make decisions.

Don’t be afraid to be weak
Don’t be too proud to be strong
Just look into your heart my friend
That will be the return to yourself
The Return to Innocence
(Enigma: “The Return to Innocence” ~ 1994)

This past week, just maybe, I found my return to innocence. I made the decision to embark upon a new challenge, but was happy not to conform to the recognised manner of doing so. I have relaxed, have recognised myself, spent some wonderful moments with great friends, and been like the proverbial kid in the sweet store looking at the options in front of me. This is the beginning, not the end.

Strolling Down Memory Lane

Posted on August 20th, 2010

There are few paths that are as oft trodden as the sidewalk of Memory Lane. Of course, it has different connotations for all of us, and in most cases is a long road with curves aplenty, and the ability to haunt and inspire in equal dosage.

I have found myself walking down that proverbial lane in recent days, to a part still lucidly clear although not visited for some time. I could scarcely believe that it is eighteen years ago that my best mate and I walked casually, albeit nervously, into the school corridor to pick up our A-Level results.

I can still picture the imposingly beautiful ‘Big School’ Corridor at Solihull School, with the slightly ominous faces of past luminaries and headmasters staring down at you from all directions on paintings to both sides.

I can also remember that the usually polished and sparkling wood was somewhat dustier than usual, emanating a slightly musty odour, an inevitable result of the summer holiday period.

The throng of faces betrayed the full spectrum of emotions, encompassing anticipation and despair, delight and fear. I actually remember being very relaxed that morning as I was quite sure that I had done reasonably well – a much more tranquil frame of mind than that I would experience some years later opening the envelope with the results of my degree.

I could never pretend that I over exerted myself in my academic pursuits, for my passion even then was sports. I was simply fortunate enough to be a ‘little bright’, and also to be attending a school in which a diverse and brilliant, if often eccentric, group of staff had us prepared better than I could ever have known. Truth be told, it was more difficult to fail than it was to pass.

I recall taking a leisurely stroll down to, and for the first time, into the staff room, mainly to thank those who had been such an important part of my life in those formative years, and also to prolong the agony for my every suffering mum, who was at this point still absolute in her conviction that I had managed to make a pear of the most perfect shape!

Yesterday saw the release of this year’s A-Level results, with yet more records being broken, although the more cynical would say that this is a recurring theme.

It is not my place to debate whether exams are easier than they were in ‘my day’, all I would say is that the only option available is to take the exam in front of you to the best of your ability. If that results in 8% of students gaining the highest results available, congratulations and good luck to all. In my parlance, a Test Match hundred is a Test Match hundred, whether it is scored against Australia or Bangladesh.

There are fears this year that many will miss out on their preferred choice of University because of the high grades, and high volumes of application. My response again would be to embrace whichever alternative opportunity eventuates. Either way, cherish your time at University, for these years will often form the friendships and relationships that will carry you through the remainder of your lives. Finally, be prepared to do some work when necessary!

Spending time in Solihull today brought back so many wonderful memories, moments that I can still visualise. I stood in Mell Square with one of my best mates … and yes, 18 years on, we were still having a sneaky cigarette! I also found myself in the courtyard outside Touchwood, looking over to Solihull Central Library – surely our parents knew that the days of the school holidays were not spent revising in there!!

I can say with a laugh and a smile that I met my first proper girlfriend, Gail, on one of those such ‘revision days’ in the library. The only problem was that I spent so long building up the courage to ask her out and for her number (Four Hot Chocolates with Marshmallows to be precise), a hastily purchased Engelbert CD bought me little in terms of immediate mercy for being late for mum’s birthday dinner!

Memory Lane is a precious place indeed, one where we learn, we smile and we cry equally. The newer extensions to my Memory Lane will illustrate 3 years that I would equate to Simon and Garfunkel’s Bridge Over Troubled Water.

I joined Reed at a time when I needed a lift in my life, and during those 3 years, there have been some wonderful times. The unavoidable shadow of losing my fiancée last year is the main catalyst for my seeking a new challenge at this time.

I am, however, extremely thankful to the organisation for a special time in my life and career, and most importantly for the wonderful friendships that I have developed during this time.

I note mentally that there are further extensions planned for Memory Lane, but I am hoping to diarise and enjoy them in the present, before they are consigned to memory. The current is a time for reflection, recollection and fond memory, but also a time to look forward to exciting times ahead. It is, however and most importantly, a time to make the most of every moment and presnt gift.

Words, Images, Life

Posted on August 17th, 2010

So often we relate life to imagery and words. I spoke about this with one of my closest friends this afternoon, and I am delighted to say that her ‘life song’ at the moment would probably be ‘Hooray! Hooray! It’s a Holi-Holiday’.

My thoughts are somewhat more complex right now. Every day seems to rotate in the same circle, and whilst resilience is amongst the most admirable quality of all, I sometimes wonder how often the metaphorical elastic band can be stretched before it snaps. When does that resistance become foolhardy?

I recalled the lyrics to one of my cousin’s favourite songs, and realised that whilst I will never allow myself to reach that point of no return because choice necessitates it, I can absolutely empathise with them:-

Call you up in the middle of the night
Like a firefly without a light
You were there like a blowtorch burning
I was a key that could use a little turning

So tired that I couldn’t even sleep
So many secrets I couldn’t keep
Promised myself I wouldn’t weep
One more promise I couldn’t keep

It seems no one can help me now
I’m in too deep there’s no way out
This time I have really led myself astray

Runaway train, never going back
Wrong way on a one-way track
Seems like I should be getting somewhere
Somehow I’m neither here nor there

Can you help me remember how to smile?
Make it somehow all seem worthwhile
How on earth did I get so jaded?
Life’s mystery seems so faded

I can go where no one else can go
I know what no one else knows
Here I am just a-drownin’ in the rain
With a ticket for a runaway train

And everything seems cut and dried
Day and night, earth and sky
Somehow I just don’t believe it

Runaway train, never going back
Wrong way on a one-way track
Seems like I should be getting somewhere
Somehow I’m neither here nor there

Bought a ticket for a runaway train
Like a madman laughing at the rain
A little out of touch, a little insane
It’s just easier than dealing with the pain

Runaway train, never going back
Wrong way on a one-way track
Seems like I should be getting somewhere
Somehow I’m neither here nor there

Runaway train, never coming back
Runaway train, tearing up the track
Runaway train, burning in my veins
I run away but it always seems the same

(Runaway Train by Soul Asylum : 1993)

Tweet On Through The Wind …

Posted on August 15th, 2010

So the Premier League is up and running again, giving 9 months of hopes, fears and palpitations to fans, not only across the land, but globally. I suppose I always knew that English football had international appeal, having seen how much it meant to so many in South Africa, a time when I was only 6 years old.

Oddly enough, during this period when Liverpool were the most feared club in Europe, I recall there being a high proportion of Tottenham Hotspur and Manchester United supporters out there, whilst when I last visited, I was surprised at how many Liverpool fans I met. You never associate South Africa as a country that supports the underdog!

It has become even more evident to me since the advent of Twitter that Liverpool Football Club has a truly global reach. I will not say unique, because a certain rival in the North West, and of course the Spanish giants of Real Madrid and Barcelona, can boast similar support.

However, it is Liverpool fans that I choose to follow, and this afternoon’s match has allowed me to talk LFC with those from across the world, to include Kenya, South Africa, New Zealand, Malaysia, Canada and even Alaska. It is quite phenomenal when you think about it really, having the opportunity to share your passions in what is close to real-time.

Much of this is the result of the bright idea of a young Liverpudlian student with the online pseudonym of Danny B, who decided to start a Twitter Trend.

Now what indeed is a Twitter Trend, some may ask? Essentially, by adding a ‘hashtag’ (#) to a tweet, you signify to Twitter that you are talking about a certain topic, and if enough users use the same hashtag, it will eventually feature in Twitter’s trending topics.

For example, if watching a Liverpool match on Twitter, I may do a search on #LFC, allowing me to see all the entries that people have or are writing with the #LFC hashtag. It really is as simple as that!

Danny’s idea was to trend the hashtag #LFCfollowback, and it became immediately popular. Liverpool supporters just added that on to their tweets, encouraging any other supporter to follow them. Within a short time, many users doubled their Twitter friend base, safe in the knowledge that the additions had shared passions, well at least one in the shape of the football club that they support.

I hesitate to use the word audience, because that suggests that Twitter becomes the forum of the exhibitionist, or those solely seeking attention, but it is logic that if you use this form of social media, it is better to connect with as many as possible, within reason.

Watching Liverpool playing Arsenal this afternoon was a great experience, not only for the match itself between two great clubs, but for sharing every moment with such a diverse, yet passionate, group of people.

Amongst those with whom I interacted today were a soap star, the wife of a Liverpool player, an ex-Wales Rugby captain and several other ‘normal’ folk from every corner of this earth … and all because of the hashtag #LFCfollowback.

The rules are different on Twitter, but I live by a simple edict of respecting every opinion and treating everyone as I would hope to be treated myself. Actually, if this is so, maybe Twitter is not so removed from reality, as this is how I would wish to behave in real life.

I have met some truly wonderful people on the Twitter adventure, and the many Liverpool fans, with whom I communicate with daily, have served only to heighten my passion for the club that we support, and my enjoyment of supporting them.

So onwards we go into the new season, one that I will be share with about 854 people more than I did last year’s. Liverpool players and supporters historically never walk alone, and whilst there is #LFC or #LFCfollowback, not to mention a 3G or Wireless signal, I shall never again watch alone either.

And remember, if you want to be an interactive Red, sharing thoughts and becoming friends with Liverpool fans everywhere, just get on Twitter and ‘follow back’!

Apparently There’s Cricket Tomorrow

Posted on August 14th, 2010

It was four short months ago that we heralded the start of another cricket season. Now with the exception of the Premier League run-in, the Champions’ League Final, the Football League play-offs, and the small matter of the FIFA World Cup, I would love to say that I have noticed some cricket this summer!!

Even at last week’s Npower Test Match in Birmingham, the big screen was awash with the sponsors announcing their new sponsorship of the Football League!

Tomorrow will bring the the first major silverware of the 2010 domestic cricket season, with the T20 Finals Day at the Rose Bowl. I can happily say that I picked Hampshire to win this tournament back in April, and whilst they might appear the weakest of the four semi-finalists on paper, I am going to stay true to my initial prediction.

Of course, tomorrow also ushers in a new Premier League season, one that Sky Sports promises will be ‘bigger and better than ever’! Now where have I heard that before? Oh yes, in the Sky Sports promotional commercials before the cricket season!

However, Fantasy League teams have been picked, no doubt to be updated each week for at least a fortnight until it fades into the distant memory! As an aside, you are cordially invited to join the He Tore A Hamstring Fantasy League by clicking here, and entering the code 1146328-253634. I shall decide on the prize next May, once the winner is clear!!

As a pundit, professional or not, it would be remiss of me not to give my predictions for the season ahead:-

Premier League

  1. Chelsea
  2. Liverpool
  3. Manchester City
  4. Manchester United

Relegation

FA Cup

League Cup

I will admit that certain of my predictions are exactly as the derived adjective would suggest … predictable! I hope, however, that some of them are a touch controversial, or should I say thought provoking?

Either way, I have published them now, and you can all measure my success come May 2011. For now, however, enjoy the season ahead, and please remember that it is apparently bigger and better than ever!