Last week we said we were off to get our badges from UEFA. We’ve got them now. And what an experience it was. For one, we now can’t move for cones and bibs at Spongers Towers. You can't even get in the bogs without doing those daft jumps over those daft bars, and that's not solely down to the fact that 'the bogs' double up as 'the cupboard'.
Tactical trends borne of tournaments are nothing new and it’s fitting that one has yet again emerged from the denizens of France 2016. And make no mistake, it’s our absolute favourite.
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Change You Can Believe In 2011
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Change You Can Believe In - NOPA Awards 2010
We know this came and went in December (and we hasten to add we almost won), but like Brighty we like to literally feast on the bones of former glories.
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Catch up on the latest podcast by clicking this lovely Caravaggio. Football AND Culture from Magic Spongers. You lucky lot.
Literally Corner
Literally a compilation of when the word 'literally' is used to farcical effect.
Literally Corner has had to move to it's own corner of the site. So it's now LITERALLY Literally Corner.
Gratuitously Brilliant Advert Of The Week
The boy was a genius and here's a wonderful little send off by Nike for Il Fenomeno
Bushby flexes his 'interviewing' muscle for the caustic and celebrated Surreal Football
A contribution to the superb In Bed With Maradona as Rob discussed Inverness Caledonian Thistle's phenomenal away record
Rob loves Macclesfield Town. There. We said it. We didn't expect anyone else to let him talk about it, but the brilliant The Seventy-Two did.
Another joint effort from Rob and Bushby for the excellent In Bed With Maradona as we put on our rose tinted glasses and pine for the 'traditional' wing wizard. Thank God for Gareth Bale...
Rob wrote about his holiday in the Portuguese Third Division and European Football Weekends were kind enough to publish it.
Before we found a niche in ranting about whatever we felt like, we wrote some stuff for very respectable publication When Saturday Comes. Here are the better ones: