😔 “Thank you… I love you” A wonderful and moving tribute from Arsenal great @LeeDixon2 to Ken Friar, who has sadly passed away. RIP ❤️

Kanu has so many unconventional goals, he understands the game on a deeper level

The Man City scandal explained 💰⚽️

Golden summer days in Clacton-on-Sea. The traditional British seaside holiday in the early 1960s. What could be better than this?

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In lighter news whilst at sincil bank today @Hillsygooner 🤣🤣

A Lincoln City fan pitch invaded at home to Swansea today and rugby tackled a steward… 😭🤣

A news anchor in Australia had an all-time slip up when talking about the Rams-49ers NFL game in Melbourne 😂

You are not wrong. Not quite as tall but certainly made a spectacular debut back in 1989.

LINCOLN 1-1 #SaintsFC. Saints Slip On the Most Predictable Banana Skin Imaginable There was something entirely predictable about Southampton’s 1-1 draw at Lincoln. A newly promoted side, a pitch full of enormous human beings, a game increasingly resembling an aerial bombardment — and Saints somehow appeared surprised by the concept of hoofball. This was exactly the sort of afternoon supporters had been warned about. Lincoln were perfectly happy to turn the match into a competition for possession of the sky, while Saints struggled to impose the slick football that had demolished Millwall last weekend. The result leaves Tonda Eckert’s side with only two points from their two away games this week. Saints did at least produce one moment of genuine class. Welington unleashed an absolute screamer to put Saints ahead — a goal so good that the puns about Wellington Boots will last all week. Leo Scienza then produced one of the afternoon’s more remarkable non-goals, somehow hitting both posts with the same shot. It was about the only thing Saints did with any degree of efficiency. But otherwise, this was poor. Really poor. Daniel Peretz’s distribution was particularly woeful. Every time the ball went back to the goalkeeper, Saints seemed to enter a collective state of anxiety as he attempted to distribute it somewhere — anywhere — that wasn’t directly to a six-foot-four Lincoln player. Usually into Row Z. And then there was Divin Mubama. The striker, introduced from the bench, looked less like a footballer and more like a competition winner who had just been told his prize included 20 minutes on the pitch at Lincoln. Against a defence apparently constructed from scaffolding poles, Saints desperately needed someone capable of occupying the giants. Mubama looked rather more occupied by the occasion himself. Lincoln eventually got their reward, and there was little argument that they deserved it. The Imps had identified exactly how to make Saints uncomfortable and simply kept doing it. A point is extremely disappointing when starting from minus 4 and chasing promotion. The manner of it is even more concerning. Saints knew exactly what sort of game this was going to be. They knew Lincoln were physical. They knew they would go direct. They knew this was the banana skin. And they stepped right on it.