< BACK TO RANTS www.football365.com The Daddy. And if you’re here then you’ve been there. F365 is peerless. Footy news and great regular contributions from Phil Cornwall, Andy Gray (the best pundit on the box, bar none), John Nicholson, and many others. F365 has the best mailbox we’ve read and there’s a daily hoot at the hypocrisy of the Meeja. It’s all there. It’s a fan’s site allright. Your mother isn’t going to warm to it and sometimes the pop-ups get on your nerves but bare in mind it’s free. They have to pay the rent too so it’s a small price to pay for the most informed and opinionated mainstream football site on the net. Oooh, and if you fancy a flutter, you might, just might find a link to a gambling den. ![]() www.footyrocks.co.uk John Nicholson, the bootleg tapes. As correspondent for F365 John Nich (‘a very northern voice’) argues the case for this and that in a light-hearted but persuasive way. Not so on his own website where whoever or whatever gets the full hairdryer. The site itself looks like he designed it whilst on a bender but no matter cos John’s articles have you shouting at the screen and pissing yourself at the same time. Like the nutter in the away end who runs bare chested onto the pitch and evades the fat stewards and rozzers, to make his escape from whence he came. Do we not like that? Eh? Eh? This isn’t to say that John doesn’t stick to the point. He does. Well, he always gets there in the end. But we’ve once seen an addition uploaded just after closing time on a Saturday night and that’s in keeping with a mad, bad and invariably incontrovertible fan who writes from the heart. The best of the blogs. www.football.guardian.co.uk The Fiver by Paul Doyle & Sean Ingle. Protected and doubtless censured by their proprietors these footy oafs blunder around where others fear to tread. Good stuff it is too and plenty of jolly banter, football related and otherwise. At the moment they are running a most worthy campaign to give the dreadful slapperband ‘Branded’ the official World Cup song. Have a look here http://www.myspace.com/brandedbabe- just about sums up the credo of this site. Recognising their market, the fiver can also be delivered to your e-mail box every day without the need for typing in all those letters into the search engine. And we love the Fiver all the more for it. ![]() www.wsc.co.uk When Saturday Comes, it’s more an advert for their well known and widely respected magazine than a bona-fide porn n’ gambling linked, 2 second attention span, crash bang wallop website. But if you’re old-fashioned like us…no, lets be honest, if you’re old like us and you appreciate the turn of a good sentence and the urbane wit of someone’s who’s seen and done a bit, then wsc is for you. It’s got some lovely articles on, for example, trying to find football in the summer recess, football and politics, and Roy of the Rovers. In a way, that’s the snag with the site. Once you’ve read everything, that’s it. It changes about once a year. But for the connoisseur, if you like the titbits on offer then you’ll probably subscribe. WSC also has a very comprehensive review of the best of the websites which we’re not in – bastards. Shit site. Don’t go there. ![]() www.squarefootball.net This is the sight we wanted to be but we’re too childish. Hundreds of very well written articles by fans and journalists alike, bang up to date and going back to the year dot. Match previews, match reports, the hot topics of today, yesterday and yesteryear. To its credit, squarefootball doesn’t pretend to be anything it ain’t. But that’s where it falls down as well. It’s all a bit earnest and if you like your football with a bit of side, then log on to laughfc.com, the funniest…(Ed - yeah right, and you’re fired again). www.sidenetting.co.uk Piss poor attempt by 40 something saddos to gate crash the internet riverboat disco. Instead they find themselves dressed in their best flairs n’ cheese cloth shirts rowing against the current in a leaky old packet, shouting “let us on, let us on” but the party-boat’s steaming away (that’s enough of this tiresome analogy - Ed).
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