I went to my first football game in 1963 – at Molineux while the legendary Stan Cullis was still on
When our Champions League campaign came to an end it was anything but a full stop as far as my
While not quite at the level of Sgt. Pepper in terms of years, nevertheless the remembrance of a particular date
This week’s column is different in that the main thrust is in the form of a video. Although I’ve been
I went to Scotland more times last season than I did in all my previous years put together. Three games
Wednesday morning at six o’clock as the day begins. Almost a line from a Beatles song there, but not quite.
On the verge of the new Welsh Premier League season, in this week’s Rev’s Ramblings I’m looking back over the
Obviously the result was very disappointing, but it was great to see the club broadcast the game last Tuesday on
As with last week’s column, this one was written high in the sky, this time the return flight from Portugal.