When Saturday comes . . .
Hoorah . . . the football season is back, writes our News Blogger David Burrows. It seems the football season is starting earlier and earlier, so much so it nearly caught my sports colleagues by surprise
As I write this, my beloved Shrewsbury Town sit proudly at the top of League Two and striker Andy Cooke (what's that coming over the hill . . . the Cookie Monster, the Cookie Monster, etc) is the league's top scorer.
OK, so we're one game in, but I might not be able to write that again.
Almost as importantly as the Shrews success is my own. Once again my colleague Henry Carpenter has decided that getting the Shropshire Magazine out every month is less important than recruiting people to the Star's own in-house fantasy football league.
I'm hoping my team - Cowsbacksides&banjos (just enough letters to fit into those little boxes provided for oh so hilarious team names) - do better than my squad last year. I had to change the name from Gay Meadow Fantasy, as, well, the Shrews went and moved, didn't they.
This year the Star again has its own fantasy league and again we've all chickened out of playing that one because, frankly, we all have fragile egos and couldn't take the humiliation of being outscored by little five-year-old Jimmy Snotnose.
So, come every Saturday/Sunday/Monday (football used to be so much easier before Sky didn't it? 3pm every Saturday and that was that) we'll be glued to the TV/radio and yelling in despair when Ronaldo gets sent off or Finnan nets past his own keeper. And every Wednesday we'll be checking the Telegraph and wondering how in the world Titus Bramble got man of the match.
It's a pity work has to get in the way, really.
David Burrows is the Shropshire Star's News Blogger. Have your say on his blog in the comment box below.
