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she got what she deserved; didn’t she?

By Mike Cunningham On January 12th, 2015 at 1:15 pm

Been quite busy with family matters, so haven’t had a great deal of time for blogging issues. Having said that, I did scan the newspapers yesterday, and one recurring story caught my eye. This was the tragic aftermath of the rape case concerning the footballer Ched Evans. I call it tragic because all the fury and venom is swirling around whether this amoral drunk should regain or retain his previous sporting, and incidentally, probably exceedingly well-paid; career as a professional football star. However, certain ‘fans’ and other sick supporters of this criminal have  been hounding the victim because she had the audacity to lay charges against this ‘totally innocent’ and therefore ‘worthy of their support’ sporting figure to the extent of identifying her name, showing her entering the foyer of the hotel where she was raped by virtue of a video illegally-obtained from the hotel CCTV; and plastering that video all over the self-serving and sick-making Evans website; which I do not link to for fear of giving the creep any more publicity.

Those same ‘supporters’ and ‘fans’, which word should be remembered is a shortened form of the word ‘fanatic’, by continuing to pursue this young woman, have forced her to live under a series of assumed names for over a year, has not been allowed to visit her father over that same year for fear of being recognised and pursued by these same fanatics. They have embarked upon a serious programme of smear, vilification, and trial by internet mob against a young woman whose only ‘crime’ was the fact that she was brave enough to report the attack, and equally brave to proceed to lay charges against a ‘sporting hero’.

Some time back, I wrote about another sporting ‘hero’, and his criminal activities in the field of intimidation of witnesses, as well as suborning perjury. His name was Ravel Morrison, and his prior activities centred around the intimidation of the victim of a robbery; that same robbery being carried out by close friends of the ‘sporting hero’. He was given a twelve month suspended sentence, the legal equivalent of loudly repeating the phrase ‘you naughty, naughty boy’; and the club vowed to stand by him and ‘work through the difficulties’. The only ones to suffer were the family of the victim, who had to move because of threats of violence from yet another section of footballing ‘fans’. That criminally-minded clown is now with West Ham, who must be rueing the second someone thought it would be a good idea to sign the (ahem) ‘troubled youngster’.

Surely, in this day of ample abilities to check, track and pursue online idiots who post menacing messages on Twitter and Facebook; some cash and time could be spent tracing and arresting these super-moronic sports ‘fans’, charging and giving them a fair trial: something which they obviously never thought of doling out to the terrified victim of one man’s drunken anger and libido?

A most ingenious paradox.

By Mike Cunningham On November 18th, 2014 at 11:29 am

Consider the facts.

A young woman claims she has been raped, and a jury finds her case proven, and the defendant guilty.

The defence argued firstly that the sex was consensual, as both participants were drunk, and then that the alleged victim, as she had no true recollection of the events, had not suffered. The accused still claims innocence, and refuses to apologise, even after he is released from prison after serving half his sentence.

The problem is compounded by the fact that the accused is a very well-known and prominent footballer; he claims that, even though he has always stated his innocence, he has done his time, and should be allowed to go on with his life.

His life seems to still revolve around football, and his club, Sheffield United, are allowing him to train with the club, but have not yet signed a contract.

Because of the Club’s stance in even considering allowing the rapist’s return, high-profile patrons of the club, such as Jessica Ennis-Hill of Olympic fame has asked that, if the rapist returns to the club, her name should be removed from the stand. Others have followed Jessica’s stance.

The Professional Footballers Association of Ireland have defended the club for their forgiving attitude, and further stated  “There was no violence and thankfully the victim has no recollection of it. This, I hasten to add, does not make it right, or anything close to it, but it is nonetheless a mitigating factor.

So, should Jessica speak up or shut up; and should this fine, upstanding role-model go back to the pitch, and his extremely-large pay-packet, and bye-gones should be bye-gones; or should he be banned from all football, for life, for this crime of violence against an unresisting young woman?

‘Bad taste’ does not deserve the sack!

By Mike Cunningham On June 17th, 2014 at 5:28 pm

It is a strange truth about this strange nation which we have morphed into, that a young man can be sacked for speaking his mind, and telling the truth as he sees it.

A civil servant in Liverpool has been fired for using government computers to post abuse about the Hillsborough disaster on the Wikipedia website following an investigation by The Telegraph.
The Whitehall official used the government intranet to mock the 1989 tragedy in which 96 Liverpool fans died at Sheffield Wednesday’s football ground. An inquest into the deaths is being held.
The man, an administrative officer, edited the phrase “You’ll never walk alone”, the anthem of Liverpool FC, to read: “You’ll never walk again.”
The 24 year-old later added the phrase “This is a s—hole” to the Wikipedia page for Anfield and “nothing for the victims of the Heysel disaster” to a section of the site dedicated to the Liverpool ground’s Hillsborough memorial.

As with the ‘Sacred Inquiry’, as well as the ‘Holy Inquests’, the truth about what happened at that football ground will never really be established, mainly because the thousand-odd drunken Liverpool ‘fans’, and their truly disgraceful conduct of swarming the gates; which ended in the death by suffocation of their compatriots at the front of the enclosure, will be either disregarded, or passed over, and the police will be blamed for everything.


inappropriate, or what?

By Mike Cunningham On May 18th, 2014 at 1:29 pm


Knowing little to nothing about Sport in general, and football and its management in particular, I was surprised to learn that lesbians took any notice at all of the writings of various football executives.




and on, and on, etc.

By Mike Cunningham On April 15th, 2014 at 10:43 am

I have written before of grief, of remembrance, of a loss so sharp that it seemed to cut through the wind; but I get just a little tired of the professional blame bunch, especially from this lot.

They blame the design  of the grounds.

They state that the ‘visitors turnstiles’ were old, decrepit, and continually jammed.

They blame the ground’s owners for not remodelling the entire stadium for better access.

They blame the police for not supervising crowd control.

They blame the police for the lack of co-ordination between gates.

They blame the police and the Sheffield club for anything they had previously forgotten to include in their litany of blame.

Strangely enough, not a word is laid; not a finger pointed; not a single utterance of condemnation is made at the Liverpool ‘fans’ who made their final heave to get in to see their sacred ‘club’ play a game of bloody football; and in doing so helped crush ninety-six of their fellow supporters to death.

Once again, the serial champions of the British Cities Victimhood trophy gather to allegedly mourn those who died; the solemn ‘minute silence’ echoes around their silly minds, the bells toll continnually; and we are supposed to feel; What Exactly?


To pause, to Splash: or just pass by?

By Mike Cunningham On February 15th, 2014 at 3:48 pm



Reading and hearing  of the death of Sir Tom Finney this morning, I was reminded, once more, of our shaky grip upon this existence that we cling to. As most ATW readers will be aware, Sport holds very little sway upon my mind and thoughts, as I consider most of the proponents of modern sports, and just about all the so-called ‘stars’ and ‘slebs’ to be a pack of self-promoting, addle-pated, selfish prima-donnas, whose ability in their chosen sport has been parlayed into a huge money-making machine.

Role models? Heroes? When the likes of Ryan Giggs, a footballer whose ‘clean-living’ image was parlayed into a huge array of sponsorships was found, after the removal of not one but several ‘super-injunctions’ was found to be leading such an amoral lifestyle as to have sex with his brother’s wife over an eight year period is portrayed as a role-model; no wonder men of my generation shake their heads in silent sorrow.

Travel Pictures Ltd

When still quite young, my brother’s heroes were the likes of Jackie Milburn, whose statue bears the statement, “A Footballer, and a Gentleman” and such an accolade was deserved. There are very few public figures whose funerals have stopped a City, but Jackie’s did, for it was the biggest display of public emotion ever displayed within Geordieland’s capital city, and deservedly so. But men, who could be addressed as men, such as Milburn, Matthews and Sir Tom Finney, took their work seriously, and their fame lightly, and perhaps that is the real difference between the heroes of my generation, and the slack-jawed clowns who pirouette on Premier and Championship grounds up and down this land. They who, if scoring a goal, which is after all what they are paid to do, go running and sliding around, waving their arms and literally stating ‘Look at me, how clever am I? How wonderful it is that I have scored. Aren’t I a genius?’


The shades of Finney and Matthews would surely be slowly shaking their heads in disbelief! Those two men, who after scoring, would trot back up towards the centre-line, perhaps nodding at a fellow player who had aided their goal, are giants compared to the pygmies who inhabit the cluttered spaces between the goalposts today, and the world is just that bit sadder for the passing of another of those legends who have simply, gone before!



By Pete Moore On October 12th, 2013 at 7:42 pm

What a photo, eh? (it clicks big, and should then click bigger)

While looking for something else I came across this wonderful photo. It’s taken at the Arsenal Stadium, what everyone knew – erroneously – as Highbury, a place I know (knew – sob!) so well. The occasion: The Arsenal vs Glasgow Rangers. The date: 17th October 1951. Attendance: 62,000. Weather: Smog with fog, turning to a smokers smog with more fog. Ah yeah, and the result: The Gunners 3:2 Rangers. Go on, click on the pic.

Highbury under lights

For American readers, this was a football (that’s ‘football’) match in North London, back when London was famously smogged out in the immediate post-war years. It was also at the home of the Arsenal, the glorious Gunners, my club, my father’s club, my grandfather’s club and a place I went to hundreds of times before we moved to a shiny new stadium just around the corner. Like countless other Gooners, I think the shiny new home is nice and impressive, but Highbury is Highbury, the place we were baptised into Goonerdom and which will always be home.

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it ain’t the heat; its the humidity.

By Mike Cunningham On October 4th, 2013 at 7:40 pm



As many may have read previously from my postings, I know very little about Sport in general, football even less; and care not at all.


But even I know that its stiflingly hot in Qatar in summertime.


By Pete Moore On July 6th, 2013 at 6:35 pm



Can I come out from behind the sofa yet? Strewth, that was getting on for being a bit tense. But what a match. What a great game of rugby. It’s painful being a Lions fan. It’s a litany of heartbreak and what-ifs, but today the Lions were sublime. For those not in the know, The British and Irish Lions is an invitational rugby team. Every four years players from England, Wales, Scotland and Ireland come together to tour either Australia, New Zealand or South Africa for a three-test series against their national team. For a British or Irish rugby player, there’s no higher accolade than to be chosen, than to be able to say that you’re a Lion. For a few weeks every four years, nationality is forgotten because the Lions are touring.

2013 was Australia’s turn (we were last there 12 years ago), and today was was the deciding test of three after the Lions squeaked the first test and the Wallabies (the Aussie national rugby team) took the second to square it.

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By Pete Moore On May 18th, 2013 at 9:46 pm

What a pleasure this evening to see Jonny Wilkinson lift the Heineken Cup, and what a game it was. He, and the Toulon team he captains, lined up against a Clermont Auvergne outfit in Dublin who were favourites because of a stellar backline that had swept all before them this season. Well he and his team won because of the oldest truth of all on any sporting stage: if you dig in, and if you don’t give up, you have a chance. That’s exactly what they did and they won 16-15 in an unbelievably tense finale, at one stage hanging in by their fingernails.


How good was Jonny? In the QF, SF and tonight he didn’t miss a single kick at goal. Added was his characteristic tackling, smashing into Sivivatu to prevent a certain try and getting there, to put off David Skrela from an attempted drop goal, which would have won it at the death for Clermont.

After all those times his white face grimaced in pain and frustration as another injury struck, this is damned well deserved for one of the greats.