I suppose this has been coming for quite a while. As the paucity of content in recent months suggests, I’ve been struggling to find both the time and motivation to blog and have decided that the time has come to put this thing out of its misery.
We had a good run. I look back on the Greatest Manager, Favourite Footballer and Decade by Decade series with a certain amount of pride and would like to take this opportunity to thank all the guest writers who took the time to contribute such great content. The blog wouldn’t have been anything without your hard work and support.
The blog was a major focus for me for well over a year, but in the last few months I’ve struggled to find the time to watch as much football as I once did, let alone blog about it. As a result, now feels like the right time to call it a day rather than limping on for a little longer producing stuff that I’m simply not committed to.
I have had the great pleasure of meeting and working with many wonderful people through the blog over the last couple of years, one of the best aspects of being a part of the blogging community. To all those I’ve met, through Socrates or other projects, I wish you the very best for the future.
So I guess that’s it. Thanks for reading.
As I explore freelance options, focus on some new writing projects and attempt to sort my post-university life out, I will be putting the blog into hibernation for a couple of months but hope to have it back up-and-running this winter. Many thanks for all of your support over the last eighteen months, whether you be a first-time reader or a regular contributor, it is always greatly appreciated.
If you need to get in touch for any reason then don’t hesitate to e-mail me at equaliserfootball[at]gmail[dot]com or contact me on Twitter and Facebook.
See you in the not-too-distant future.
All the best,
There’s an unwritten rule of blogging which holds that all blogs must publish some form of predictions piece before the new season gets underway. With the help of Ben Shave, David Dickson, Jack Pitt-Brooke, Jamie Cutteridge, Luke Moore and Tom Goulding, here’s our own humble offering. Read the rest of this entry »
by Martin Palazzotto
After humiliating himself with his comments on perception, Sam Allardyce amazingly hasn’t learnt to be more careful with his remarks. When asked for his opinion on the poor state of the England National set-up, Big Sam flouted the politically correct and all those sensitive to matters of diversity by blaming the entire mess on a woman. On the other hand, the woman is Baroness Thatcher and he does make a fair point, so the new West Ham boss may get away with it. Read the rest of this entry »
As he ran I was aware of becoming involved in his running and being a part of it, until he turned with heavy pirouette and drew the applause of the crowd. In adoration of the King of Kings. I was drawn in. Those bandy legs, that confident chest, those piercing eyes. I was drawn in. Control, look up, release; track, tackle, survive. The great combatant, the general, the leader; magister. Beating heart, ticking clock, lion of Highbury. An elderly man with trembling hands said he was the bravest he ever saw. A cold winter’s day; the eyes of Keane, the shins of Keane. Yellow and red, red and yellow. Grass and mud and sweat and tears and blood and scars. Olbas. Foot on ball, sock at ankle he stands. He stands and surveys his kingdom. Magister.