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Middlesbrough v Southampton, Sunday 4th January 2026, 3pm

January 5, 2026

It’s fairly chilly at the moment with temperatures hovering around the freezing mark and the odd flurry of snow lingering on the ground. I’d planned to meet up with Paul at a Ryton and Crawcrook game the day before, but it was no surprise when a frozen pitch saw that fixture postponed.

The dogs don’t mind the snow though and Jen and I walked them to The Green so that the labrador could chase a tennis ball whilst the beagle pottered around. Despite his age, Henry still hasn’t grasped the idea of returning the ball for it to be thrown again and if he does manage to get hold of it will just walk around with it in his mouth. Millie will retrieve and return the ball all day long.

It was no warmer walking to the Riverside, but as ever, there was someone wearing shorts. Harry suspected that he must be a postman and that may very well be the case. We met Tom and Murgy at the fanzone where there were far fewer people than there usually are. We were served in seconds, whereas there is normally a lengthy queue. Maybe the club need to move into the mulled wine market rather than relying on ice-cold Carling.

The main talking point pre-match was the return of Finn Azaz. He made the mistake of alienating some fans with his departing comments about Southampton being a ‘Premier League’ club and the Boro hierarchy threw him under a bus to a certain extent by suggesting that part of the reason that he wanted to leave was that he felt unappreciated by the supporters. That’s understandable as he’s the kind of player that will always get stick from a certain type of fan for not diving into tackles. Downing was similar. No matter how much his creative play benefitted us he remained a ‘fanny’ to a large section of the crowd.

Azaz was a decent player for us and in the absence of Riley McGree would have fitted very nicely into our current line-up. However, fifteen million quid was a good return on a player that cost us a fraction of that, and it funded this summer’s signings. Predictably he was abused all game and looked to be on the verge of tears as he quickly escaped to the dressing room at full-time.

The first half was fairly even and with Southampton coming to play rather than just shut up shop both sides had chances. Second half we clicked and rattled in four goals without reply. I’m not really convinced that we did anything differently to the games in the recent poor run, it was just that we took our chances. With the Ipswich game falling foul of the weather, the win took us back into second place.

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Derby County v Middlesbrough, Thursday 1st January 2026, 3pm

January 2, 2026

Well, that’s another year done. 2025 started slowly for me as I was in Saudi Arabia for most of the first couple of months, but once I returned to the UK at the end of February, I was able to start seeing a bit more football. I went to ninety matches in 2025, spread over eleven countries and seventy-four stadiums of which sixty-three were new grounds for me. I got to see the Boro play on twenty-five occasions.

I think my football year highlight was seeing the Boro rattle in four first half goals at Hull. I actually laughed out loud when the fourth went in. A visit to Millmoor for a Doncaster Belles game some forty years on from my last time there watching Bruce Rioch’s Boro was an enjoyable trip down memory lane. It was good to get around some of the lower-tier Swedish grounds in the summer and watching the Saudi Clasico in the King Abdullah Sports City Stadium was a perfect way to bring my Saudi time to an end. Ticking off the San Siro might just be worth a mention too.

It was a good year for gigs. I managed to get to forty, despite it all tailing off in the last two to three months of the year. I only saw Sea Power three times in 2025, but two of them were at Krankenhaus which really is a joy to attend. John Bramwell topped the frequency list with five shows. I now know his between song patter better than he does. I also saw Boo Hewerdine three times with his best gig coming as his Hotel Art guise in Glasgow. Honorable mentions for The Molotovs, Mike Monroe, Sparks, David Cronenberg’s Wife and Edwyn Collins. Seeing Darts forty-seven years on from the last time I saw them was an interesting experience, but I think I’ve lost the taste for doo-wop revivalists. No Weller or Bragg gigs for the first year in a while.

Jen and I got out for a walk in 2025 more frequently than we’d managed in the previous couple of years, finally finishing the Cleveland Way thirteen years after starting it and then making a solid start to the Yorkshire Wolds Way. We managed twenty-three hikes in total which isn’t too bad, but I’d like to step it up in 2026.

And so to 2026 and a New Years Day fixture against Derby. It’s eighteen years since I last bothered going to Pride Park but I’m enjoying the Boro’s season and so I thought I might as well nip down there. I’m also trying to rack up enough priority points to have a chance of going to Wrexham in the final game of the season, so every match helps.

It’s an easy two-and-a-half-hour drive south and I was able to park roadside about twenty minutes in the right direction for a swift post-match getaway. The Boro end had sold out, and the stadium looked full. It was good to see hardly any seats lost to segregation with just a double line of hi-viz stewards separating the fans.

Pride Park has the same main stand with a horseshoe design as the Riverside, although Derby went ahead and filled in the corners during the initial construction phase. I think their use of one of those corners for boxes and a scoreboard is an improvement on the Riverside set up. They’ve also put rail seating behind one goal and in the away section.

One of the downsides of a sold-out section is that you can’t move if you don’t like the people around you. I was surrounded by a combination of old blokes planning their next day out at a Tommy Robinson march and some of the most negative dickheads around.

They were adamant that all of our players were fucking bellends. Our tactics were shite and our recruitment was shite. All of this absolute shiteness had to be constantly pointed out just in case there was any doubt in the minds of anyone within earshot. Life in its entirety was shite. It was difficult to see what pleasure any of them hoped to obtain by attending. Or by existing. What made it bearable was that the most negative dickhead had a high pitched squeaky voice. It was as if he was alternating his sniffs of coke with inhaling from a helium balloon.

The match followed the recent pattern of us dominating, missing an early chance or two that would likely have led to a win, before conceding and then failing to break down ten men sat deep. All we need is for one of those chances to go in. The defeat dropped us down to third with Ipswich moving past us. Maybe a new striker or two in January will take us back to winning ways.

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AC Milan v Hellas Verona, Sunday 28th January 2025, 12.30pm

December 30, 2025

It’s generally a quiet time between Christmas and New Year and so Jen and I decided to fly out to Italy for four nights. We’d selected Milan as a suitable spot to stay, partly for the history and culture, but mainly so that I could take in a game at the San Siro. The Milan clubs are moving to a new stadium and so the clock is ticking for visiting the ground before it is demolished.

The whole trip almost didn’t happen as the day before we were due to fly out, KLM cancelled our flights and only offered alternatives that would arrive after the game had taken place. Fortunately, there was a Ryanair flight to nearby Bergamo and so we ended up there instead.

I think we got lucky with the destination change. We stayed in the old town at the top of the hill and were surrounded by historic buildings. There were squares for outdoor eating and plenty of restaurants serving up the Bergamo equivalent of a parmo, casoncelli alla bergamasca. It’s probably just as bad for your heart but tastes great.

When walking around the town, we spotted a sausage dog that was ‘getting the badge in’. I wonder if it goes to the games.

Sunday was match day and as I was now staying in a different place to that originally intended I had to get myself to Milan. The journey started with a half hour walk from the old town to the railway station. Trains went to Milan every hour or so and it cost six euros for the forty minute trip.

I then had two subway rides to get to the San Siro. As you might expect, the carriages were packed, but it all worked as planned and I arrived at the stadium with an hour to spare before kick-off.

I’d already bought my thirty-nine euro ticket online and so I had time for a wander around. Merchandise stalls were well stocked with shirts, flags and scarves. There were multiple food and drink options and I went for for a salamella piccante, which is a kind of burger made partly from salami. It came with peppers, onions and mayonnaise in a good quality bread bun. They should sell them at the Boro.

It was clear that I wasn’t the only tourist. Many of the other people outside had little idea of where they needed to be and were focused on buying half and half scarves and taking selfies with the iconic stadium in the background.

With thirty-five minutes to go I made my way around to entrance twelve. The queue was three or four people wide and forty or so yards long. I momentarily regretted my decision not to take up the fast pass offer that I’d been emailed the day before. For a further five euros I could have joined a shorter queue. However, the line moved quickly. One steward checked my passport against the name on my ticket, whilst another gave me a cursory pat down.

Once inside I made my way up one of the spiral staircases. It took at least ten minutes to reach the top. You might have seen the optical illusion where the staircase appears to revolve, but there weren’t sufficient people on them before the game for it to work. I did look for it on the way out when the staircases were full of departing fans and, yes, they do look as if they are revolving.

My seat was in the first row of the upper tier. It would have been fine except it meant that I had to watch the game through a glass barrier and I’d rather not do that. I was sat next to two small kids and their dad. The boys were likely around four and seven. It’s an age where kids rarely engage much with the game, preferring to play on a tablet or going back and forward to the food kiosks.

These kids not only watched the match but sang for a lot of the time. I hadn’t really had a preference for either team at kick-off, but their enthusiasm was infectious and I was pleased whenever anything on the pitch went the right way for them.

At half-time I went up to the toilet in the corner of the stadium. The building also housed a bar and it was possible to look out onto the pitch from either facility.

A bonus for me was seeing Luka Modric playing for Milan. It’s more than seventeen years since I first encountered him at a Euro 2008 fixture in Austria. He’s forty now but still looks the part and maybe the slower pace of Serie A suits him these days. He was subbed to a standing ovation after seventy minutes. Milan also had a couple of English players in Loftus-Cheek and Tomori. Neither really stood out, but it was nice to think that they got to play alongside the Croatian.

The kids sat next to me cleared off with fifteen minutes to go and I took that as my cue to cut through the corner bar and take a seat behind the goal for a different view. The Milan singing section was on the tier below me and they were making plenty of noise. It was understandable as by that stage they were three-nil to the good.

There were no more goals and at full-time I retraced my steps down the spiral walkway and back to the subway station for the journey back to Bergamo. They’ve a Serie A team of their own, so I might very well be back for another visit before long.

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Middlesbrough v Blackburn Rovers, Friday 26th December 2025, 3pm

December 29, 2025

I’d had a quiet time leading up to Christmas as I was on holiday from work. Probably the most we’d done of note was taking the dogs up to Seaham beach. We’ve got the labrador and the beagle with us at the moment and as they are one and seven respectively, they have vastly different energy levels. The beach works in that they can arse about at their own pace, chasing sticks and stones into the sea or just pootling along and sniffing the seaweed.

Boxing Day means football though. Harry reckons that it’s a better day than Christmas Day and I’d agree with him on that. We picked up Tom and headed for the Riverside. He had some vapes as a Christmas present for his mate Jordan in the row behind, all nicely wrapped in festive paper. As I was deemed the one of us least likely to be searched, it was my job to get them into the South Stand. I succeeded.

It was the usual Boxing Day full house, or at least it would have been if Blackburn had sold all of their tickets and there hadn’t been so many seats set aside for segregation. Having brought Bangura and Gilbert back from the dead, Kim Hellberg’s latest attempt at resurrection saw Micah Hamilton start his first game for around a year. It didn’t really work on this occasion and he got the hook at half-time.

We dominated the first half and, as at Bristol City, if a Morgan Whittaker shot had gone in off the inside of the post, it might have been a different story. We had less of the play in the second half and with Blackburn growing in confidence, we might very well have ended up with nothing. As it was, a nil-nil draw and a point each was a fair reflection of an uninspiring performance from both sides.

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Solihull Moors v Sutton United, Sunday 21st December 2025, 12 noon.

December 24, 2025

The drive back from the Bristol game took us pretty close to Solihull and as Moors had a National League fixture with Sutton United kicking off at Sunday lunchtime, I timed our journey back North to be able to take it in.

Jen was undecided on whether to go for a stroll in the adjacent park or attend the match and do some knitting. When she learned that tickets for a fifth-tier game were twenty-one quid a pop she opted for the strolling and decided that if any knitting were to be done, it would take place in the car.

Solihull’s Damson Park stadium opened at the arse end of the last century, but apparently the main stand has since been developed. It’s hospitality only upstairs and regular seating in the lower tier. There was uncovered seating opposite and small sheds for standing behind each goal. The fixture wasn’t segregated and of the near nine-hundred crowd, there was about a hundred and fifty from Sutton.

At half time the fans behind each goal switched ends so that they had a better view of their team attacking. That’s one of the perks of lower-level football.

Solihull were the better side but not much happened until Sutton took the lead a few minutes into the second half. Conceding seemed to shake the home side into action and within ten minutes of going behind they had rattled in three goals in quick succession to turn things around.

There were a few Sutton fans sat around me and they were not at all happy about the poor game management from their team. A consolidating spell of keeping the ball and a couple of tactical injury breaks would have served them better after scoring rather than going toe to toe with the home side at the restart.

Any hopes that Sutton had of getting something from the game probably ended a few minutes from the end when they had one of their defenders sent off for what might be termed a robust challenge. As they continued to push forward Solihull hit them on the break in added time to make it four-one.

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Bristol City v Middlesbrough, Saturday 20th December 2025, 3pm

December 23, 2025

I’d spent some of the week leading up to the Bristol City game in Bilbao for work. One morning we walked to the office along the canal and passed the San Mames stadium. I’d seen a game there in 2018 when Athletic Bilbao took on Celta Vigo. Unfortunately, there weren’t any football fixtures within travelling distance this time, so I had to settle for a visit to the Guggenheim Museum.

There were one or two exhibits that were ok, but most of it was pretentious bollocks that I could have knocked up in my lunchbreak. I remain convinced that success in the art world can be achieved with good connections and minimal talent.

For the trip to Bristol City, Jen and I stayed over in Stroud for two nights. I don’t think I’d ever been to Stroud before. In fact, I don’t think I’d even heard of it.

Stroud is fairly picturesque and on the Saturday morning we had a wander around. There were a couple of farmers markets, and I had a spiced scotch egg that was really good. If farmers switched from growing turnips and broccoli to spicy scotch egg production they’d do so well that they wouldn’t have to worry about having to pay their fair share of tax.

After lunch I drove down to Ashton Gate and left the car in the Long Ashton Park and Ride car park. It’s a few years since I’d been to the ground, the last time being the first season back in the Championship after the Southgate relegation. My main memory of that last visit is tripping on the way out and saving myself by rugby tackling an old bloke around the waist. He was understandably alarmed by events.

There seemed to have been a lot of development at Ashton Gate since 2009 with at least two new stands. We might even have been at the opposite end to last time. I was in row eleven, but the first eight or nine rows were covered over. As my row was the last of the lower tier, I had a bar to lean back against.

The Boro line up is getting more consistent and was pretty much as expected. Gilbert came back into the midfield, but otherwise it picked itself. Early results elsewhere had gone our way and if we could pick up three points then we might possibly go ten points clear of third place.

If Morgan Whittakers’s shot against the inside of the post had gone in after three minutes, then I think that we would have run out easy winners. We dominated possession and territory, but their goal after a quarter of an hour allowed them to defend deep and we never really looked like breaking them down. When their second goal went in it was clear that it wasn’t going to be our day. Still, we go into Christmas in second place, five points clear of third. We’d all have taken that in August.

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Middlesbrough v QPR, Saturday 13th December 2025, 3pm

December 22, 2025

The Kim Hellberg new manager bounce was paying dividends with three wins out of three since his arrival. Visitors QPR had won four of their last five games to move up to seventh and, on paper at least, posed a threat.

We’ve been playing so well though in the last few games that Tom and Harry shared my view that we would turn them over.

Kim’s team selection was interesting, with the risen from the dead Bangura and Gilbert dropping to the bench. He later explained that after so long out he didn’t want them to play too much too often until they were fully match-fit. Fair enough.

We started well and created plenty of opportunities. Boro’s first goal came from a pinpoint Hackney through ball that Strelec finished like a true striker and the second was a trademark Whittaker finish after an equally pinpoint pass from goalkeeper Brynn.

Best goal of the day though was Tommy Conway’s penalty early in the second half. He’s been on a scoring drought which the whole stadium was willing him to end. The relief both on and off the pitch was obvious when he tucked it away. He’s worth his place even if he never scores, but hopefully this one will boost his confidence and open the floodgates.

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Brigg Town v Doncaster City, Saturday 6th December 2025, 3pm

December 21, 2025

One of the reasons that I’d decided to head down to Humberside for the Hull game was that it would allow Jen and I to walk a little more of the Yorkshire Wolds Way. It took us thirteen years to complete the Cleveland Way and I’d quite like to finish this one whilst I’m still in my sixties.

We walked on both the Saturday and the Sunday, completing a section between Welton and South Cave in both directions. With the walks in and out to the trail it was getting on for seventeen miles in total. There wasn’t much in the way of wildlife, so the highlight was feeding a robin with ginger nuts.

The Boro playing on the Friday night gave me the opportunity to take in a post-walk match on the Saturday afternoon. I drove South across the Humber Bridge to Brigg for a tenth-tier fixture between Brigg Town and Doncaster City in Division One of the Northern Counties East league.

Before paying my six quid admission I got talking to a bloke in the car park. He had a few interesting stories of his football travels and he also told me that Brigg Town are the seventh oldest English club and that their Hawthorns ground dates back to 1959. It had been refurbished this year to provide a new clubhouse and a 4G pitch.

I spent my change from a tenner on a programme and raffle tickets, then queued for pie, chips and gravy. There was a long covered stand along one side and a smaller covered stand on the new clubhouse side. The facilities looked really good for tier ten, certainly when compared to the equivalent Second Division Northern League grounds.

Most people just leaned on the perimeter fence around the pitch and the dog highlight was some sort of spaniel/poodle cross in a wooly winter jacket.

There was plenty to occupy the crowd in the first half with Brigg taking the lead from a close range header some fifteen minutes into the game and just after the floodlights had been switched on. The home advantage didn’t last long as a mix up between the Brigg keeper, who was wearing goggles, and one of his defenders, allowed a Doncaster striker to steal the ball and finish easily.

Brigg soon restored their lead from a speculative ball into the box that seemed to evade everyone. The was a lot of niggle between the sides which escalated just before the break with two yellows for dissent in quick succession for one of the Doncaster coaching team. On receiving his red card he trudged off towards the dressing room but then thought better of it, doubled back and made for the bar instead.

The drama continued in the second half as Brigg gradually took control. A throw in that went deep into the box was headed towards goal. The Doncaster keeper was slow to react as it looped over him and dropped just beneath the bar. Brigg scored a fourth from the spot with around twenty minutes remaining to extend their lead to four-one. The Doncaster players weren’t happy about the decision and one of them ended up in the sin bin.

Being temporarily down to ten men didn’t seem to disadvantage Doncaster and by the time the miscreant was allowed to return, they had scored twice to bring it back to four-three. Both goals were decent, the latter being scored directly from a corner. Once back to full strength, Doncaster pushed for an equalizer. Despite a generous amount of added time they didn’t manage it though and Brigg took the points.

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Hull City v Middlesbrough, Friday 5th December 2025, 8.15pm

December 20, 2025

Snow is falling, all around me. Not really, although there was plenty of rain coming down in Hull. Jen and I had driven down for the weekend, and I’d dropped her off at the hotel before carrying on to the MKM Stadium. The draw for the World Cup had been on the radio, but after two hours of listening I still wasn’t any the wiser as to which teams Paul and I would be watching in Toronto next summer. Maybe England, maybe Sontje Hansen’s Curacao.

It had been a quiet week leading up to the game, although we had been to see Fatherson front-man Ross Leighton at the Courtroom in Middlesbrough Town Hall the previous Sunday. It was an early evening show with doors at 4pm and a planned 6.30pm curfew. Ross played for a while beyond that, but we were still out of there before seven. Perfect timing for old people.

It wasn’t easy to find parking near the stadium, and I ended up in a back street where a permit was required for anything longer than an hour. I gambled that the foul weather would deter any wardens from doing their rounds and I suppose I’ll just have to wait to see if I got away with it.

Kick-off had been delayed due to the weather causing the Boro to turn up later than they had intended and I took advantage of the additional time to join a lengthy queue for pie, mash and gravy. My seat was low down enough for the rain to blow in now and again. I was also at the very end of our section. It’s the place where the fourteen-year-old fans from each club congregate to take the piss out of each other across the divide and offer invitations to a fight outside that everyone knows will never take place. It was all pretty good-natured, no more than children playing, having fun.

We had a lot of injuries and Kim Hellberg surprised everyone by naming Alex Gilbert alongside Hayden Hackney in central midfield. He was a revelation and may now have a future at the club that very few people would have predicted under Carrick or Edwards.

Hull had Ryan Giles and Matty Crooks in their ranks. Crooks got a good reception and rightly so. Giles was jeered which seemed unfair when it’s the season of love and understanding. He was great in his first spell with us. Less so in the second but it seemed more a lack of confidence than effort.

It all went right on the pitch, and we were four up by half-time. It’s a shame that Tommy Conway wasn’t among the scorers as he worked his socks off again. We eased off a bit in the second half and Hull notched a consolation from the spot. That’s two wins from two games for the new manager.  Merry Christmas Kim Hellberg.

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Middlesbrough v Derby County, Saturday 29th November 2025, 3pm

December 19, 2025

Boro and Derby have a sort of rivalry these days, stemming back to when they cheated their way to the play-offs a few years ago and Gibbo sued them for exceeding the FFP limits and stealing our spot. They settled out of court, but their fans still whine about it.

They like to sing about how they will party when Gibbo passes away and in response the Boro sing about the equivalent celebrations should Derby cease to exist. It’s all a bit childish, but that’s football for you.

It was raining on the way to the ground, so we didn’t stop at the fan zone. Instead, we took our places early for the tifo display where we were required to wave flags whilst a large banner was raised behind the goal. A lot of work must have gone into it all.

Big news was that it was the first game under our new Swedish coach, Kim Hellberg. He is reputed to like playing out from the back, so we might see the return of some of the comedy defending of the Carrick era. There was also in first appearance in almost two years for right-back Alex Bangura. He did well, despite getting a whack in the face, and unexpectedly played from start to finish.

We began badly and were a goal down after a minute. Derby probably had the best of the first half, but once we started making changes, we gradually took control. Riley McGree did well, despite playing deeper than usual. He may well be the best footballer at the club and would likely make a decent go of slotting into any position if required.

The Derby fans were enjoying their day out for the first seventy-five minutes, but late goals from Matt Targett and Morgan Whittaker turned it around and doomed them to a joyless journey home. What a pity. They might be having a party one day, but not just yet.

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