Phil Brown: Ledge...

Texture like sun. Oh how he will be missed...

"Don't wanna go home, don't wanna go hooooooome. This is the best trip, I've ever been on." And so it ends. Phil Brown's tenure as Hull City boss, that is. And, love him or hate him, we're definitely going to miss him.

Whether it's his cheeky denials about regular trips to TanFastic, his on-pitch karaoke sessions after an own goal by another team in another game is the only factor that keeps his side up after a tonking by Man Utd's third team, or his perfectly trimmed goatee that completes the "Danny Dyer's boss in a shit Brit flick set in Benidorm" look, the Premier League is a worse place without him. Which makes it a perfect time to produce a ToePoke Videode...

Smile all you want love, but Boris Becker (right) will not let you touch a drop of his vino...

Ever feel like you've missed out on a good party?

Cast your minds back to February 25th 2010. You may recall (you won't, that's why we've provided a working link) that the winner of our infrequent Press Release of the Week award were those fine folk from the Slovenia Tourist Board.

They were kindly inviting us to a "Slovenia...bet you'll love it" do which featured Slovenia boss Matjaz Kek and promised "a bit of fun", which prompted us to make an inappropriate insinuation about sex parties. Unsure as to whether there'd be any free booze and/or grub, we didn't end up going.

And it serves us right for attempting to gently mock on our football blog instead of responding with a polite RSVP, because we heard back from the organisers of the little shindig... [More]

Tracy Island got the "Pimp my ride" treatment...

Gorillaz are back. And we've got copies of their album to give away...

Rejoice, it's competition time folks. We've got five copies of the record the world has been waiting five years for. Nope, not Don't Stop Believin' by those disturbingly cheery Glee folk, but Plastic Beach by Gorillaz. Cue the blurb:

"How you doin?"

Mick McCarthy - dour and miserable? How wrong we were...

We'd like to apologise to one Michael Joseph McCarthy. See, we've always figured the former bruising centre-back turned straight-talking manager was a bit of a boring, dour bastard. Obviously, as this clip above shows - taken from Wolves' game against Man Utd at the weekend - he's nothing of the sort. All it needs is a cheeky camera zoom and out comes the proper Mick Mac - suave, sophisticated and, er, sexy. He's got more camera-presence than Clooney, and if this doesn't embody Joey Tribiani's catchphrase we don't know what does.

At least until he opens his gob, obviously...

44 years of hurt. And counting...

William Blake wrote, "I will not cease from mental fight, nor shall my sword sleep in my hand: 
till we have built Jerusalem, in England's green & pleasant land”. Rupert Brooke went for, “If I should die, think only this of me, that there's some corner of a foreign field, that is for ever England.” And Fat Les? “Me and me mum and me dad and me gran, we're off to Waterloo. Me and me mum and me dad and me gran, with a bucket of vindaloo.” Quite...

"Let's resolve this argument on Twitter". Is probably what he should've said...

*via Twitter...

You may not be fans of Twitter, but despite the backlash, we find it a bit of a chuckle. Particularly when celebs go a bit OTT, presumably when they're a bit pissed. A bit like a text message, you can't undo them you see, which can make for entertaining viewing. Then there's Stan Collymore, who, like in real life, is rarely short of an opinion.

So when he began a rant about Alan Hansen's BBC wage, it must have struck a chord, because he just wouldn't ruddy stop. Remember the point of Twitter - 140 characters, and that's it. Someone forgot to tell Stan, though, and we sensed there might have been a bit of needle behind the rant. So we told him. And, well guess what...

Dave's Book Club was a bit of a struggle...

Everybody hates a gloater...

So we won't say a thing.

We did tell you though...

International friendlies = betting madness. Not that it's stopped us...

International friendlies are shite. There, we said it. Managers pick silly teams full of silly players, meaning that unless you do thorough research it's a bit of a shot in the dark. And we just don't do research. Conversely, we love shooting in the dark, so we're getting tucked in anyway...