IT'S been a while Bluenoses...
Hope you're all enjoying the brief break from the roller coaster that is following those terrific blues.

MY CUP FINAL record is starting to resemble one of Amir Khan's early tomato-can opponents...attended two, won none, lost two.

SOMETHING'S distinctly fishy about the outlandish (and terrifying) revelation that Chris Evans nearly bought us in the Nineties.

I'D JUST managed to forget about Jags for an hour while I settled down to watch Chelsea V Barca last night and then there it was in my face again.

IN FIGHT Club, novelist Chuck Palahniuk has a canny way of describing the hazy post-euphoric come-down from the endomorphin/adrenaline pumping experience of bare knuckle fighting.

HAS IT sunk in fully with you yet?
Nah, me neither. I'm still a bit mentally and emotionally knackered after the biggest day of my adult Evertonian life so far.

IT seems that while Marrouane Fellaini is fast winning over Everton fans, he still has some way to go with referees.

WATCHING England last night in their oddly starched looking 1950s style kit got me thinking of our imminent new Le Coq Sportif strip.

LAST YEAR I was lucky enough to be sent up to Finch Farm to have a relaxed chat with Lee Carsley about the work he does for Down Syndrome charities.