bill frindall 1939-2009

bill frindell mbe, the much loved voice of statistics on bbc radio 4's test match special has sadly died to the age of 69.

tms will never quite be the same without you 'bearders'.

Humphrey Lyttelton (23 May 1921 – 25 April 2008)

Humphrey Lyttelton (23 May 1921 – 25 April 2008)

the world became a slightly less funny place today.

we'll miss you humph, "until next time!"

"well done"

well done to over 34,000 people who completed the london marathon on sunday.
it never fails to amaze and move me watching the masses of people complete the 26.2 mile course.

congratulations and remember, only 376 training days until the 2009 london marathon.

remembering rhys

one of the most moving things i've seen in a very long time is the sight of the family of the late rhys jones standing on the hallowed turf of anfield, wearing the blue of everton as the theme from z-cars, the song everton run out to every week, was played for all to hear.

i was not ashamed to say it made me weep with sadness but also with a sense of pride. pride in the fact that football can still be something that brings people together and gives them a way to pay tribute to someone like rhys.

today my brother told me that rhys's father stephen had written a poem about his son and his untimely death and having read it i felt i had to post it here for others to read;

A poem written by Rhys’s father, Stephen

Now God wanted a football match
And to play it up in heaven
But first he needed players
And select his first eleven

Georgie Best, big Brian Labone
The legend Dixie Dean
Alan Ball and Bobby Moore
All made it in the team

He needed one more player
Someone who would be quick
From up above he looked down
And saw Rhys there in his kit

So Rhys was taken up above
God took him by the hand
To play the game he loved so much
Where sponsorship is banned

There is no cheating either as
God is the referee
There are no mega wages
And the transfers they are free

The games are live on telly
You don't have to subscribe
The players all stay on their feet
Cos no one takes a dive

So Rhys plays now so happily
To the angels in the crowd
And every time he hits the net
They roar his name so loud

Have fun my little blue boy
You’re safe and in God’s care
‘Till it’s time for me to get my boots
And join with you up there

may rhys rest in peace, may his family and friends remember him with love and may the person who brought this tragedy upon them meet with swift justice.

get well soon sir bobby

ipswich town fc fanzine those were the days is running a page to send your best wishes to former ipswich & england manager sir bobby robson who has recently been diagnosed with cancer for the fifth time.

give it a look and leave your own message for one of the greatest figures in sport this country has ever produced!

get well soon sir bobby!