Looking forward hugely to commentating @TheAFCCL 2 now, as Pohang Steelers 🇰🇷 host Tampines Rovers 🇸🇬 in a huge Group H contest. Please join me for all of the coverage if you can in five minutes!
@RoyalMailHelp Hi there. I I managed to miss 1 line of the address on a RM Tracked 48 parcel that has just been shipped. Is there any way to update it in transit? Thanks!
Since we are on the topics of refs. Putting this out there for some transparency. Had sent some queries to FAS on refereeing decisions in the opening rounds of the @SGPremierLeague.
Had raised errors in Geylang-Hougang and LCS TPU. FAS admitted to two errors.
@deeppaann Good work in following up on these incidents. Think both baffled everyone at the time so good to get some clarification. You can be our very own Dale Johnson!
“Further measures are being implemented to reinforce decision-making consistency. The Clubs will be engaged by the Referees’ Department individually to address the incidents and provide clarity,” said FAS.
I had some spare time in the studio today so I decided to paint Hugo Ekitike’s goal celebration in tribute to Diogo Jota.
The painting was done on a cardboard box that my paint supplies were delivered in.
Part of my ‘Recycled Art’ collection ❤️
Missed me? Didn’t think so. Here’s three clowns you definitely don’t ask for 🤡
If you’re still following me after this post I’ll be following people back over the next few days. Todays my birthday so I’m just going to relax, drink coffee and eat cake 🧁
🖤 Diogo Jota - The Whistle's Blown Far Too Soon
Finding it hard to write these words, fingers trembling as I type. Diogo Jota is gone. Just days after marrying the love of his life, standing proudly in a church with his new wife Rute and their three young children, he and his brother Andre are lost in a road accident in Spain. A family torn apart, futures stolen in silence.
Jota was 28. A player in his prime, a Premier League champion, a Nations League winner, an #LFC forward who played the game with bite and purpose. But that’s not why this hurts so much. It’s because he carried himself with quiet dignity, a humility rare in modern football. He didn’t shout for attention, he earned respect by how he played, how he worked, how he made you believe.
He scored goals that lifted stadiums, but he never chased the spotlight. His joy seemed rooted not in fame, but in the chance to play, to contribute, to belong. And so we embraced him. Because we saw something of ourselves in him. Not the talent, not the trophies, but the effort, the heart, the sense of duty.
This morning we wake up in a world that makes less sense. A young father gone, a brother gone, a family grieving beyond words. And we grieve too, from afar. Because somehow, through the screen and the songs and the match days, they became part of our lives.
You never knew us, Diogo, but we knew you. And we will never forget. #YNWA#RIPJota#DiogoJota