Soccer AM

I'm slightly concussed at the moment. Yesterday I decided to take on the ground with my face. It'll be interesting to see how make up manage to fix that on Saturday.

I play occasionally for a mate's side on a Monday night - on astro-turf. At the start of the second half, IRead on...

I've been compared to a few things in my footballing career. A Brazilian on Copacabana told me I played like Teddy Sheringham during the summer. I was pleased about that.

But normally, I'm likened to either inanimate objects, or - if my mates are feeling more generous -Read on...

I know failing to beat Torquay is disappointing, but I'm not sure if it's a sackable offence for a manager who's guided his team to fifth in the table.

I feel for Ian McParland, who's just got the boot at Notts County. I've said it before, but any manager needs time to proveRead on...

At around half past four on Saturday afternoon, I was in a quite vulnerable position.

I was kneeling on the ground and a very large man was standing over me hurling vitriolic abuse at me, his eyes widening with every shout, and it seemed to me, much like a Stone Cold SteveRead on...