Ready to go...

I came up with the name because it reminds me of that naff 90s song, "Yeah I'm standing on the rooftop shouting out ...!"

Am I actually ready to go? It's been 4 weeks since the World Cup finished. I'm kinda still grieving, and I'm enjoying the test cricket (even if the Indian batsmen aren't).

Pretty certain neither of them had heard of Alan Pardew until 5 minutes before this picture 

I suppose I am a little excited. I watched a bit of Sheffield United v Swansea the other day, that's surely an indication of New Season Excitement. West Ham have signed some players, it looks like we're actually attempting to strengthen our squad and the Porn Barons are putting their hands in their pockets. All good right...? Hmmmm For me the jury is still out, I've been burnt too many times to let myself believe that West Ham are actually turning themselves into a decent outfit. I mean we're probably the only team in the World who could pull off a deadline day coup of signing a young Carlos Tevez and Javier Mascherano, only to end up fighting a relegation battle, almost getting a points deduction and scraping safety on the last day of the season.

As for the rest of the football, Arsenal look interesting because I have no idea whether they're still going to be a joke or whether Emery is actually going to give them a some backbone. Liverpool might be decent, which doesn't scare me as much as it should; a sign of how little a threat they've posed to trophy engravers over the last few years. City will probably just run away with it again.

In the real leagues, which don't start until next week, Cristiano Ronaldo is at Juve! This is exciting, but also scary. The rest of the league is already scared of Juve and has massive inferiority complex. I suppose we can just call this 8 in a row already...

I say all the real leagues (aka the ones I'm interested in) start next week  but France actually kick off this weekend too. How will Buffon get on on Sunday evening? I think they're playing Caen, so he'll probably have time to spark up a cigarette, grab coffee & panatone and read a copy of Gazetta della Sport, James Richardson style, and still keep a clean sheet.

So we're back to me trying to sneak football matches in as we're getting the kids read for bed, and cooking with the tablet next to me. Following games on LiveScore because we've got some sort of Sunday lunch arranged which means I miss the Derby d'Italia. Football is back, AND IT'S LIVE (God I f*cking hate it when Martin Tyler does that, mate the Premier League isn't that amazing)!