Stoking up the fire

Well there you go ... it's a funny old game. Chelsea march on the march to Wembley, Sven is off to Inter and if England win the World Cup with Peter Crouch in the team the world will stop as we know it. Seven million pounds for a lanky lightweigh gazel like string of stringy stuff. The only consolation is that Curbs never really went in for him, even though he admires him !!!!!!

Liverpool without Gerrard is like Little without Large, Hardy without Laurel, Preston without Chantelle. Ineffective. They huffed and they puffed and they couldn't blow the house down. They do have some good players, well they are European Club Champions, but Carragher reminds me of the spiteful Liverpool players of the 70's and 80's, Finnan played for Welling United, Alonso now believes his own press and Sissoko well quite unbelievable really. It is good to see the Bent Boys starting to fathom an understanding, and Perry always does a job. Myhre shows that you dont have to break the bank for a dependable goalkeeper, and Kishishev runs, runs and runs. (Didnt Forrest Gump do that?) I hadn't realised we had only conseded 1 goal in 6 Home Prem games, so congratulations on that. All we have to do now is the same away from home. Starting in Manchester on Sunday.

I still shake my head at some peoples habits. People on trains that put there bags on seats next to them. Fat people who try to push themselves into a small seat between two other people. People who read as they walk. Groups of people who walk in a line slowly. Girls who speak loudly on the phone "I'm on the 5:52 ..." Aren't we all love?

I think Jambib is going to buy an apartment in Valencia. We can't work out why!!!!

My tune of the day: He who picks a rose - Jimmy Ruffin