IT’S a bit of a strange time to be a football reporter on an English provincial newspaper – which is how I’m earning my living at the moment. It’s a bit like living through the Del Amitri song where everything is dead at five o’clock and every third car is a cab. I think you know the one I mean.
In the world of football journalism, summer means two things: International tournaments and transfer speculation. With no England, Euro 2008 is more of a diversion than an event (although I’ve enjoyed watching it). At domestic level, no one in the Premier League is going to start signing anyone until next month. (Luca Modric being the exception.)
With no one arriving, no one leaving, no one signing new contracts and just about every Premier League manager sunning themselves somewhere between the south of France and Mauritius, this week has felt like a long time.
Yes, of course, I could turn my attention to Wimbledon, to cricket, to golf, to rugby league or any of the other sporting events that fill the summer when football gives them half-a-chance.
The problem is that I haven’t really been following any of those other events that closely due to work commitments. While this is great for me – the more work I get, the better – it’s not much good for this blog.
So I’m going to take a break from blogging for the next three weeks, to give me a chance to concentrate on my work and – perhaps – to give me a chance to come up with some new and interesting things to say about the world of sport.
Never managed that before, though, so I’m not sure how a three-week blog break is going to achieve it . . .