

Cardiff City News
Sickened soccer sucker
By: Martyn |It really is a queer old game. Togo get sprayed with bullets and all the sympathy CAF gives them is a four-year-long turned-back. In that same confederation’s showpiece competition (one that gets stronger by the year), the winners are the world’s 10th best side, triumphed for the third consecutive campaign, yet won’t be making the [...]
Chest of…
By: Martyn |Yup, loads of ‘em (non-furniture kind). I mean, other results are like soooo last season. The latest, 1-1 with the (Jeremy) Irons, saw just an Estonia-rivalling 5000 people bother granting the tannoy-man an audience. Still, a manageable number like that, perhaps Jesus did the catering?
Judging from Wikipedia’s ‘Scunthorpe’ entry on Culture amounting to 2 lines [...]
Snow white for the Severnside wharfs
By: Martyn |Why the Dickens was this FA Cup 3rd Round tie, a 1-1 draw, allowed to be/go on?! It was lashing down with snow and the ball had its brakes jammed on. Secondly – and albeit only for linguistic comedy’s sake – why did former Latvia coach Gary Johnson neglect to bring on Evander Sno?!
As is [...]
Less bovvered than a Catherine Tate concoction
By: Martyn |Owing to work commitments, this was the first home game I had attended in a while. Accordingly, going to see a match felt relatively fresh, exciting, and a perfect opportunity to check on how the XI had evolved. Several hours later, I discovered it hadn’t been worth leaving my rediscovered copy of Perfect Dark 64 [...]
Just WHO do they think they Rs?
By: Martyn |Are QPR seeking to emulate the spectacular loss of form that concluded our 2008/09 campaign? The kind of form that has fans in a desperation akin only to trying to shake that last bit of sauce out the HP bottle.
After picking up seemingly unstoppable momentums built on permeating confidence, solid rearguards, Premier League loan strikers, [...]
Ipswich Doctors
By: Martyn |As semi-surmised, Persian premier Mahmoud Ahmadinejad dished out his annual slice of Glamorganshire morale-sapping. Keane and his Suffolk-based witchcraft tacklers are clearly not intent on healing us any time soon, so one can only assume that this particular batch of evil spirit banishers are like African culture’s equivalent of Harold Shipman. We simply never win [...]
Snouts in the trough mein?
By: Martyn |This xenophobic take on an overused metaphor doesn’t correspond to yesterday’s news that we teetered on insolvency. Or does it…? One wonders where exactly the money the club makes goes. I mean, Chopra aside, we never spend any of it on transfers. Perhaps certain someones at the club have pockets with an unnatural bulge (oh [...]
Campione campione, ole ole ole!
By: Martyn |While others were away on international duty this week (the way Stephen Ireland discusses it, the 21st century’s equivalent of national service), Peter Whittingham was digging out his tux and hastily penning an acceptance speech. Awards don’t come much more prestigious than being deemed (October’s) Coca Cola Football League Championship Player of the Month. Alright [...]
Barer than a Liz Hurley dress
By: Martyn |McPhail is out for three months. Curses! It’s been a running theme during the Dave Jones era to operate with a squad thinner than a Vicky Beckham and Jarvis Cocker love-child. Not only is the group light in quantity, it’s also saddled with a paucity of quality. As a way of furthering my point, let’s [...]
Why intercity derbies don’t really mean anything
By: Martyn |As anybody living in these parts probably knows by now, the entire South Welsh Police force will be having a paperwork-free bonding session at the Liberty Stadium this Saturday lunchtime. The itinerary will include separating lager-breathed Danny Dyer lookalikes hell-bent on manhandling one another, lots of human-barrier forming akin to portraying the Berlin Wall in [...]






