I defy anyone who witnessed Aaron Cresswell’s stunning free-kick against Manchester United not to have felt genuine joy for our much criticised left-back.
Manuel Pellegrini was 66 this week, so it's highly appropriate that he should want to celebrate his 50th match in charge of West Ham United in the right way on Sunday.
West Ham's best four-game start to a league season for seven years, a big new contract for our star midfielder, the club's record signing on fire and only beaten so far by one of the world's best half dozen teams.
So now we have it. Sane, intelligent football fans don’t want VAR even though it is getting decisions right.
It was Del Boy’s favourite expression. "You know it makes sense", when he was trying to knock out something dodgy from the back of a van. Just for a change, a West Ham transfer window also made sense.
The new season is almost upon us and for West Ham the target is Europe, nothing less. As Declan Rice correctly puts it, anything else is failure.
The signing of Sebastien Haller for a club record fee will define owner David Sullivan’s tenure at West Ham.
It’s probably fair to say that the dust has finally settled on a turbulent few months for the West Ham United Independent Supporters Association (WHUISA).
Its been a busy old week for our co-owner David Sullivan. And we all believed he was going to take a back seat this season!
Wembley finalists, respectable mid-table WSL finish and starring roles in a BBC ’reality’ show, West Ham Women did the club proud last season.
The opposition of West Ham fans to the club’s new controversial link-up with Socios could now be discussed at Premier League level.
OK, we have lift off. At last some green shoots of unity amongst the fans’ groups outside the club’s Official Supporters Board.
You must remember The Average White Band, back in the disco days, and Let’s Go Round Again. It could easily be West Ham’s theme song when it comes to handling their fans.
The new leadership of WHUISA are facing calls for the recent AGM to be re-run and -potentially - a no confidence vote.
It’s been a funny old few days. Memories of our illustrious past to warm the hearts of us old timers. The reality of what we will never achieve, underlined by the cruel humiliation of Watford just to rub it in.
West Ham are easy meat for the comedians now, aren’t we? With England having all four finalists in Europe’s top competitions... three from London.
It could only be West Ham. We win superbly at our biggest rivals and the vast range of reactions from our fans just underlines what a bunch of mixed-up kids we really are.
Are we about to see a dramatic twist in the ongoing war of words between the club’s Official Supporters Board and WHUISA, the independent fans’ group that declined to join Lady Brady’s brainchild last summer?
It was only a matter of time, surely, that the appalling 'Running Round Tottenham' song would drag our club‘s name through the dirt yet again, such is the current climate of rightful intolerance towards racist abuse.
I had never really been a fan of VAR, it just looks like another referee somewhere away from the stadium, able to make mistakes.
I’m going to park my backside on the seats last occupied by Barcelona fans on Saturday evening, knowing that is almost certainly going to be as close as I ever get to Champions League football.
So there you have it, the enigma that is Javier Hernandez; the striker who, when he scores this season, West Ham win.
Sometimes it seems a little harsh to drag up things people said in the past; sometimes it does no harm to remind them of what they said.
The question surely is - why? Why have West Ham chosen now to drop a controversial season ticket hike onto their fans? Why, after the feelgood factor of the wonderful Billy Bonds tribute, do the club risk alienating their fan base so quickly for no obvious reason?
You would hope that the Cardiff debacle would be some sort of watershed, wouldn’t you? That our pitiful away performances would be addressed. Enough is enough, surely.
If Carling could do West Ham matches… well, they would have to go some to improve on the tremendous day we all experienced at the weekend.
It’s been a long time coming, hasn’t it? But at last Billy Bonds will receive the acclaim and adulation we all know he so richly deserves.
Any chance of sweetness and light emerging between West Ham’s new fans board and an established group who do not want to be involved with the new venture, seems as far away as ever.
A penny for Manuel Lanzini’s thoughts as he watched Bernardo Silva dive Manchester City to victory over our boys this week.
What were you doing this time a year ago?
Declan Rice has done nothing wrong. He has nothing to apologise for or be ashamed of, he has broken no rules. Neither has his family, West Ham, or even = and it hurts to say this - his agent.
I want to tell you a story… and it’s never likely to be as funny as when Max Bygraves said it back in those old black and white TV days.
It’s tin hat time again for our wondrous owners. Right in the firing line from enraged fans after a largely non-existent transfer window.
We’ve lost something special, haven’t we? Something we all witnessed being slowly built by Manuel Pellegrini.
I suppose this is our Brexit moment. You know the one. When we put our trust in people not to make an almighty cock-up of our lives and futures.
This week should have all be about us, shouldn’t it? About our team, who had produced the best performance under manager Manuel Pellegrini, the best since we left the old gaff.
Marko Arnautovic crossed a line in the Cup tie win over Birmingham, an inexcusable line of respect for a manager that all footballers will understand.
Now I have been waiting all through the holiday break to have my ten cents-worth on a whole host of West Ham issues.
It was a day to remember, surely, when West Ham boss Manuel Pellegrini was inducted into the Claret and Blue Army.
Some say it’s easy to criticise West Ham..and I’ve done my fair share… but it should also be easy for praise when it is merited. Like now.
I’d like to talk about legacy. The West Ham United we will pass onto our kids. The ones who have never been inside the Boleyn Ground but will have the much-maligned London Stadium as their home.
Now I have been warned not to use the words 'turning point'. Something about not tempting fate and having to buy the half-time booze if I dared. A fate worse that death that, in the Bobby Moore lower concourse.
It’s all so West Ham, isn’t it? We are too obvious, too true to form, too predictable. Too often part of a painfully embarrassing soap opera that just delights everyone but us.
We want to be big time, don’t we? So now is the moment for our Board to start acting that way, and that means handling in the correct manner the two difficult contract issues at the opposite ends of our squad.
We’re getting there, aren’t we? Bit by bit, inch by inch, the West Ham we all view as the great unpredictables, who don’t know the meaning of the word consistent, are beginning to look the part.
Here we go again. it’s Burnley next and we are still running on the pitch, fans are still fighting inside and outside the stadium, and we are getting flares thrown now, too.
Sometimes words are just not enough, sometimes they become meaningless, sometimes there are too many of them. Sometimes the shock is so profound you are stunned into silence.
If Manuel Pellegrini starts whistling ‘I am the Resurrection‘ around Rush Green this week, you will know he picked up more than just his love for attacking football from his time in Manchester.
The Declan Rice contract saga is getting nastier and nastier - and just who he ends up playing international football for, much the same.
West Ham have won just 27 of their 117 Premier League away games since they returned to the top flight under Big Sam.
Gordon Strachan got it about right. The clue is in the Christian name, he said, when debating Declan Rice’s international future.
Blimey, you could almost hear the panic buttons being pressed throughout the West Ham world after the latest debacle. None more so, maybe, than inside our beloved owners’ boardroom.
I have a confession to make. When Manuel Pellegrini was installed as West Ham manager, I was not that sold on the idea.
Manuel Pellegrini has only been around five minutes managing West Ham , but he’s already stuck between a rock and hard place.
OK, everyone finished? I do hope we have seen the end of the ritual blood letting that has followed Sunday’s miserable defeat at Anfield, the ground where they have an offside law all of their own.
Well, it’s over. The most momentous transfer window in West Ham’s history overseen by a ‘next level’ new manager and a major shareholder and board who have changed fans’ perception of them for ever.
It grieves me to say this, and I’m sure many of you out there in the Irons nation will see my point, but one person has come out of this summer of love with a smile on his face, and that’s our beloved owner David Sullivan.
It’s been some week, eh? Finishing on World Cup Final day by breaking our transfer record for the third time in a year and second time in weeks.
It’s coming home, I keep being told. And there was a time I couldn’t have cared one way or the other, such had been my disconnection with England and the unedifying circus that surrounded our national team.
As gambles go, bringing in Manuel Pellegrini is pretty high up there as far as West Ham owner David Sullivan is concerned.
Not really been your day, mate, has it? Not even your last few months really. But let’s just concentrate of the week in hand.
I’ve come round to thinking that David Moyes deserves an apology for the way he has been treated at our club.
It was almost two years ago that Mark Noble stood on the Boleyn turf in the pouring rain and declared that his beloved West Ham was no longer being run like a circus. I wonder how he feels now?
Was that the watershed moment that defined David Moyes' tenure as manager of West Ham, as we struggle desperately, painfully, towards Premier League survival?
No such thing as a quiet week in downtown Stratford, is there? Is David Moyes going to be employed by us next season, will he even consider working with a director of football, or is it all a nasty myth?
There you go. Just for a change it’s only about the football. I know it’s hard to believe in our season of despair, but it only takes sticking it up Chelsea to bring about a show of much needed unity.
So where did it all go wrong, David? There you were, perched up above your own Directors’ Box, looking like an extra in a Peaky Blinders episode with that new cap, and peering over the glass barricade while wondering just why you are so, so disliked.
Surely it could have been better than this? Just how did it get to a stage when our fan base was so fractured and split that you wondered how many felt they didn’t want to be part of it any more.
So we have seen the whites of their eyes, certainly not the colour of their money but we do know where they draw the line in the sand over discussions with angry fans.
There’s revolution in the air and David Sullivan and his board are finding that it is coming at them from more than one direction.
It’s over isn’t it? Our hated West Ham board, they must now know that deep down. The start of the end game is with us.
After a wretched transfer window, you probably thought it couldn’t get any worse… step up Tony Henry.
Remember football? That’s the stuff we watch when it can be fitted in amongst all the moaning and gnashing of teeth about the way West Ham is being run (or not) and the people who run it.
It’s about time to be positive… and yes, I know that’s the last thing you expected to hear from me after such a long time being a cynical old bugger where West Ham are concerned.
It’s now over, the worst year I can recall in West Ham’s history. I don’t know about you lot, but I couldn’t wish 2017 further away!
The question is, after another weekend of claret and blue fury, do we at West Ham have a persecution complex or does everybody just hate us?
So Manuel Lanzini will be watching with us tomorrow, no doubt shuffling about on the bench clutching professional footballers’ latest accessory of choice, a hot water bottle.
Privately, David Sullivan surely realises what a lucky, lucky boy he is after that remarkable, far-reaching interview he gave to the Guardian’s Jacob Steinberg ahead of the magnificent victory over Chelsea.
Two games on the road, as different as chalk and cheese - and that is the real problem facing David Moyes as he tries to turn West Ham into a proper, competitive, football team again.
Here we go again, get prepared everyone for West Ham to be given another public kicking over the nightmare that is the London Stadium.
I know David Moyes is a good manager. I’ve seen it with my own eyes, week after week. This guy knows what he is doing.
First things first - I like Slaven Bilic. I liked him as a player and I liked him as a manager who understood West Ham, who had charm and charisma and wears his heart on his sleeve.
We have just passed the 500 days mark since we left our beloved Boleyn. Seems like yesterday, doesn’t it, and those vivid memories of the last game played at Upton Park.
I think Neil Ashton on Sky at the weekend got it just about right. When will Slaven Bilic be put out of his misery?
So Spanish sports paper Marca has branded West Ham fans as racists. The hypocrisy is stunning, from a paper who have been in the pocket of ’Franco’s club‘ for more than seven decades.
One thing’s for certain, big Andy, you can book your holidays next year in June because you will be nowhere near England’s World Cup squad in Moscow.
I’d hoped for a quite fortnight, no chance of West Ham losing a match because it was the international break, and there was plenty of time for a short holiday for myself, family and friends to help consume as much of the Kent wine harvest as possible. We did OK, thank you!
IT had to be THEM, didn’t it, the club we all dislike the most who were able to drive another nail into Slaven Bilic’s coffin.
When I was a kid, pretty much up until now really, Bobby Moore was my idol, a hero who was the face around the world of West Ham United.
We’ve all been here before, haven’t we? Slaven Bilic is on the naughty step again and Lord Sully has the raging hump. Is this just another tedious chapter in the long, long goodbye for yet another manager?
So the athletics have gone, taking the most corrupt sport on the planet with them. But when, seriously, will have their circus of cheating and drug taking at the London Stadium again?
So far so good, this has been the best transfer window in years at West Ham, but David Sullivan probably knows the toughest bit is yet to come.
Short-termism is the new buzz word, and even our gloriously stocky leader David Sullivan admits it’s not the way he would want to do business.
Maybe I am just too cynical, maybe I have been following and commenting on football for too long now not to be able to see anything positive about my club.
Like it or not at West Ham of late, there’s always been a plan, a golden vision on the skyline that was supposed to propel our club to the land of plenty.
With apologise to Pink Floyd, our new signing Pablo Zabaleta is not another brick in the wall, he is the first of a significant rebuilding process.
There are important landmarks in any club’s history…and then there’s the day Billy Bonds arrived at West Ham. They don’t come much more important than that.
It wasn’t just any old goal, was it? That gem from our very own little pearl, Manuel Lanzini. It has changed the course of our immediate history and maybe seasons to come.
We all knew this was coming, West Ham always have a transfer saga to while away the summer months - and this year, it’s going to be Michail Antonio.
If this miserable, painful season finally does for Slaven Bilic as our manager, it won’t have anything to do with signings, the new stadium, the board or even the long-debated move from the Boleyn.
West Ham were so quick to try to squash any newspaper story suggesting they are trying to find new investment. You just know there is more to it, don’t you? So suggestions that our owners are searching for new investment are "utterly false" should be taken with a large pinch of salt.
It was the Beatles’ fault really with all the current fuss about the 50th anniversary of the release of Sgt.Pepper.
Where do I start? How on earth did West Ham go from the beginning of a brave new world to this mess, this circus?
So the faceless, clueless twitter twerps have got their scapegoat. Mark Noble has been sent away for a break to take him out of the firing line.
Deep down you sense that David Sullivan is not totally convinced about Slaven Bilic’s longevity as West Ham manager.
The numbers are in...make of them what you want, be they Budgets or West Ham balance sheets. All can be interpreted to mean anything you like.
Now stop me if you have heard this one before. Guess what? Yes, we are scouring Europe and our own backyard in Brexit land for a right back, oh, and a striker. Blimey, I would never have thought.
If anyone had any doubts that Slaven Bilic has the backing of West Ham fans and our team, these past few days should have dispelled them.
Slaven Bilic must wonder what he did in a previous life to deserve all this hassle and stress. Maybe he should ask Glenn Hoddle, who was once an expert on such things!
So our little French darling has got just what he wants, having pushed Slaven Bilic into a corner by stepping way beyond the line of acceptable, professional behaviour.
For heaven’s sake, let’s have some quiet out there. Silence from the corridors of power, or Sullivan towers, take your choice.
Shocked, hurt, embarrassed, shattered, isolated…just some of the emotions that flooded through me and many more folk I bet, during the disaster of Friday’s FA Cup mauling by Manchester City.
I have agonised over this article for a while, not sure whether it was just going to be about me, me, me (and nobody cares about that) or whether it was going to be about the West Ham family.
Now if you were of a suspicious disposition, someone who believes in conspiracies or who just doesn’t trust a word football‘s powerful people say, then you might think there was a campaign to undermine Slaven Bilic from within the club.
So, it looks like we are going to see the lesser-spotted Diafra Sakho back in action any time soon, but don’t hold your breath, the club have been saying Andy Carroll is on his way back for weeks!
Are we all ready? Surely we can’t wait… just around the corner is another trip to the twice-a-year, David Sullivan transfer theme park.
We are getting there, aren’t we…towards the truth.
So somebody wants answers, frankly it’s about time because we should all be seriously fed up with the way West Ham is getting the blame for everything from the black death to the great train robbery.
First things first. Sometime recently I got my football team back. They’d got lost along the way from the Boleyn to Stratford, and I‘d missed them.
I’m tempted to suggest that the one thing we should not be doing at present is shooting the messenger…particularly if Simone Zaza is pulling the trigger, because he’d miss!
David Sullivan’s ability to talk his way into a corner is pretty well known, be it transfer boasting, or claiming that we have a world-class stadium in Stratford. Which we haven't.
I’m going to a football match on Saturday, and really, really looking forward to it. It probably won’t figure highly on MOTD, but so what, I can’t wait.
West Ham’s owners are entitled to be happy with their biggest transfer window bonanza, more players, more money spent and all the hype they can muster - even if only a handful were through the door before the Europa League bolted.
If it sounds like a stitch-up, if it smells like a stitch-up, then you can be damned sure that it is a stich-up.That’s my view of the on-going row about standing at the London Stadium.
It wouldn’t be West Ham, would it, without an almighty row to herald the most important and historic season of our history.
Wow. We've been beaten twice, hailed as legends, fans branded as thugs and blown our chances of automatic European qualification…and it’s down to Manchester United to save us. All I can say is, don’t hold your breath folks.
We are being robbed, aren't we? Robbed of the best season of our lives. Systematically mugged off at every turn.
Well you could have knocked me down with a feather.
Now I thought long and hard about this piece, because I know it goes right against the grain of the general West Ham opinion over the Cheikhou Kouyate situation.
It was just that, wasn't it? A perfect day for Mark Noble shared with the West Ham family, an emotional occasion that will live long in the memory.
Consider, if you dare, what would happen if the disgraceful refereeing decisions that have overwhelmed West Ham these past two matches had happened to Manchester United.
It’s started already hasn't it? We are happily being told that Slaven’s outstanding team with their string of brilliant results are on the brink of the best season in our history.
I suppose I wanted to see it with my own eyes, the phenomenon that is Slaven Bilic, the manager who is turning West Ham into a Champions League club.
Right, isn’t it about time our club made a decision about our farewell to the Boleyn celebrations, and stuck to it come what may?
Jack Collison’s retirement announcement was not a shock, but it is extremely sad all the same. And West Ham should be eternally grateful to the 27 year-old.
It’s all happened in a bit of a rush, hasn’t it? You have to wonder whether the Davids and Karren write their own scripts these days!
Damned with faint praise, but we eventually got there, even if it took a little time. Finally there has been some serious, considered views on our season in the wake of the momentous victory over an admittedly spineless Liverpool.
The remarkable recovery against Southampton may well have been the watershed moment, when Slaven Bilic felt that he had proved he could hack it in the Premier League.
So exactly what is the difference now as West Ham struggle through their worst injury crisis since…well, last season…but do it with a smile on our faces?
James McCarthy should have been sent off. There you go, I've said it again.
The shocking tackle that has sidelined Dimitri Payet for three months is bad enough for any hint of a sympathetic hearing for Everton to be strangled at birth.
Yep, love this season so far. A bright, new young manager who 'gets' West Ham. Away wins to die for and a team who always look like they can get out of the mire however many daft mistakes cost us crucial goals.
Before our very eyes in the amazing last hours of the transfer window, we watched ourselves moving to a different level.
Right, I believe it. We have won at Anfield, frankly I never thought I would ever see the day. For those of us of a certain vintage and for yours truly who spent 20 years of his working life in Liverpool, it is something just a touch special.
Sometimes you just have to take a step back, forget all the bickering about transfers, money, new stadiums and attention-seeking owners, and just soak up the very special feeling than comes from an amazing victory nobody thought possible.
I don’t know about you lot out there, but I am getting sick to death of West Ham United being slaughtered every time someone mentions the conversion of the Olympic Stadium and the cost to the nation‘s taxpayers.
I’ve been away. You can tell, can’t you?
Let's all take a break from the blood-letting and feuding over the future of Sam Allardyce just for a while and make sure we pay a fitting tribute to legends from our past who actually won things.
At last, someone from our beloved leadership has said something, anything, to ease some of the troubled waters.
West Ham are suffering from football inertia of the very worst kind… frozen in time just waiting, begging almost, for something to happen.
It would have been very nice to celebrate the 50th anniversary of our greatest-ever achievement with a return to Europe.
Shuffling away from the Boleyn on Saturday and heading for a mid-afternoon livener--the best thing about lunchtime kick-offs because the results and performance always seem to be rubbish--surely everyone was left with the feeling that the current situation at the club is doing no one any good.
That master manipulator Jose Mourinho is at our place next week, hope everyone gives him a rousing welcome!
If this is the beginning of the long goodbye, then we know it has already been painful, abusive, lacking in class and dignity and with a touch of mob rule.
So, here we are again, with our name tarnished by another brush with officialdom, this time world governing body, FIFA.
So we were expecting it to be all peace and light at Boleyn Towers amongst our bickering hierarchy, season of goodwill and all that. Yea, right, and pigs might fly.
Pretty good, that feeling when we were third in the Premier League. It may have lasted only for about 30 hours, but it was special all the same.
I don’t know about you lot out there in the West Ham nation, but I am not really sure how to handle this current situation as an Irons fan.
It could not have been clearer, could it? When Gary Lineker confronted Big Sam with that question about style and money on Match of the Day.
Whatever happens with the FA and their charge that followed the scenes at Everton last weekend, you sense that this is going to be something that rumbles on and on.
It has been a week to remember when internationals made my heart race, when England meant something to me and when the memory of Bobby Moore in his glorious pomp dominated the land. The James Bond of football, stirred but never shaken.
It’s all been going too well, hasn’t it? Our best start to a season in years, but problems are never far away. So what are we to do with our troubled players, the ones that may be sold, want to be sold, could leave or just cannot get into the side?
They say you learn something ever day in life…well, we certainly do every weekend if you follow West Ham around the country.
Blimey, I thought we had all heard the last from the red-nosed old scrote, but sadly Alex Ferguson continues to haunt us from the grave of his managerial career.
Nothing disappointed me more of late than seeing how disunited our great club had become. We seem to have been at war with ourselves over everything from Big Sam to the Olympic Stadium move.
Pet hate time…the amount of abuse our fans dish out to former West Ham players and managers.
There are defining moments in every manager's career, and Saturday’s stunning victory over a Liverpool club that has become too cocky for their own good will go down as one such moment for Sam Allardyce.
Well, if this is the brave new world we have been craving, bring it on, even if I wonder whether my blood pressure can stand the strain.
New players, check. Youth being given a chance, check. More attacking approach and new systems, check. Big Sam smiles at us more…well, you can’t have everything can you?
Good grief, I’ve only been away for a few weeks, have I missed much down at the Boleyn? Too right I have. Some of it you just couldn’t make up!
It’s getting serious now. We are going to get a new badge, somehow, some way, because that is clearly what our owners and board want.
Nobody by now can have any doubt that the stories about Sam Allardyce’s likely exit from the club any time soon are as kosher as you can get in this crazy football industry.
The boys of ‘64 were my team. Ever football fan has one, the players that first made them fall in love with their club, the team they idolised and whose pictures covered their bedroom wall.
It’s becoming something of a cliché now - the West Ham way - as if it doesn’t, or didn‘t exist. As if it is some dream from our past.
West Ham’s history-making 1964 FA Cup winners will be honoured at the Boleyn on Saturday to mark the pending 50th anniversary of our club’s first major trophy triumph.
It felt like old times at the Boleyn on Sunday, I left the ground feeling proud of my team even though we had played well and still lost to one of the big boys.
The fear is growing that West Ham are going to allow one of the most significant dates in our history to drift awy with barely a passing glance.
Well, here we are again, right back at the beginning with the same unbridgeable divide with our manager seemingly as wide, if not wider, than ever.
Depressing, hideous, an abuse of our loyalty and support..and those are only the printable views on Saturday’s quit shocking display against Manchester United.
Is it just me who fears we are sleepwalking towards a disaster that will make a mockery of all the self-congratulation that we have had to endure after managing one decent month of results in a dreadfully disappointing season?
Am I surprised that Ravel Morrison’s time at the Boleyn is going to end with him departing under a cloud? Not one bit. Am I gutted it is ending amid so much acrimony? You bet.
It all came as a bit of a shock in the end, something you always knew was going to happen but up until now it had been a rather remote, distant dream.
So Cheating Chico Flores is “tired” of the abuse he has suffered from West Ham fans. Bless...
You sensed it was only going to end one way, however much we all hoped and prayed that Andy Carroll was going to have his red card overturned.
There cannot be many bigger hypocrites around in football than the ego-maniac manager of Chelsea, Jose Mourinho.
How we handle the Ravel Morrison situation could define our season… and he most certainly should not be sold to any of our rivals in the relegation dogfight.
We haven’t had too many days to remember this season - apart from every time we play Spurs - so Saturday’s outstanding performance at Cardiff will live long in the memory.
As the shocking aftermath of the shambles at Craven Cottage slowly sinks in, the need for strong, positive leadership was never needed more.
David Sullivan got the sort of result and performance he no doubt feels justify his claims that if West Ham were looking for a new manager, Sam Allardyce would be the sort of person they would want in a mounting relegation crisis.
Big Sam Allardyce finished another woeful Saturday knowing he was the last man standing in the sack race at the bottom of the Premier League.
That nasty stench of inevitability is enveloping our club. If we keep going the way we are we will be relegated and there will be a new manager in place before the start of next season, one way or another.
Good Lord, not again. It’s about time we had some protection from our nobility, especially when they think they know something about football.
Big Sam always knew it would come to this. One month ago he was being hailed a tactical genius, now the knives are out.
Big Sam should be preparing for the worst and formulating plans for the rest of the season that assumes Andy Carroll will not be involved.
Well Big Sam always said he was good enough to manage Barcelona, and now we have all got a first-hand look at just what the tough old grouch was on about!
Nothing would delight me more this season, apart that from us staying in the Premier League, than to see Ravel Morrison crack it at the very top level.
Five games into the Premier League campaign and we are struggling. No it’s not a crisis yet, and the time now is for calm, patience and strong nerve.
Now the dust has settled on the transfer window, we can start looking for who to blame for the shambles of the final day of deals as far as West Ham are concerned.
Phil Woosnam passed away in the States this weekend at 80, a man who became a huge name in football after he left West Ham…but to those of a certain claret and blue vintage, he was a legend who had a massive impact on the transformation of our club in the 1960s.
I don’t know about you lot, but I’ve had a brilliant couple of weeks, no tension, no high blood pressure, no sleepless nights. Not even a mild nervous breakdown.
So the Olympic Stadium survey has been completed and shows vast support for West Ham’s move to Stratford. Surprised by the finding? No, neither was I.
Well, we are almost there. And no, I refuse to accept that we are totally safe from the drop until the mathematics really do add up.
Recent events have left me wondering whether we have produced a generation of 30-something fans so deprived of success over the last three decades, that they have become bitter and twisted about everything and everybody.
Now that wasn’t too bad was it? A trip to the dreaded Britannia stadium and all it’s charms…and the best bit was upsetting one-eyed Tony Pulis.
I don’t know about you, but I am getting pig sick with the continued chopping and changing to our fixture list.
KUMB columnist Paul Walker was lucky enough to meet his hero, Bobby Moore, on three occasions...
So we have a pending relegation crisis, a managerial crisis and the return of the dark cloud that is the Sheffield United crisis. Forgive me, but haven’t we been this way before?
So Big Sam has been ‘done’ by the FA for misconduct, isn’t that a surprise? And once again they have shot the messenger rather than tried to tackle the real problem.
Before I start this condemnation of Manchester United’s pricing policy for away fans... it is only fair to mention that it cost Manchester City fans £49 to watch their side draw 0-0 at the Boleyn in November.
Forgive me for being all misty-eyed for a moment, but one of the lost generation is coming home, and he couldn’t be more welcome in my eyes.
Way back in 1970, the Apollo 13 commander, James Lovell spawned the famous “Houston, we have a problem” when his spacecraft was hit by an explosion. Everybody got back to the States OK, but it was touch and go for a while.
Ok Carlton Cole, now is the time to go out and give Reading hell to justify all the fuss about your unjust red card against Everton last weekend.
Anthony Taylor did his best to ruin my Christmas… Carlton Cole’s too… and the FA compounded the problem with their long-winded reaction to big Sam’s appeal against that shocking red card that probably cost us victory against Everton last weekend.
The dust may have settled, all the talk is about Chelsea’s madhouse, but I implore you all to remember the day we stuffed the most arrogant of European champions out of sight. Remember, remember the first of December.
Well, it‘s fair to say I hadn‘t really seen this coming. And I bet that goes for a large amount of Irons fans.
"Perception" is one of Sam Allardyce’s favourite words. He reckons he has suffered from an unfair perception about his style of play, and he's probably right...
So now we know, at last we have an idea of just where we are and what level of improvement we are making under Sam Allardyce.
The Olympics are gone, consigned to a vivid memory of a triumph, a London one and in particular an east London triumph, as we all knew they would be.
I must admit, I never thought there would come the day when I felt sorry for Sheffield United or Tottenham.
It’s taken me a few days to get my fuzzy head around it all, I am sure you all understand(!) but the sheer joy, relief and elation of Wembley and promotion deserved to be savoured before thinking about next season’s relegation battle.
So it’s Blackpool we will face at Wembley in the Play-Off Final, and I suppose most of our fans will be happier with that than another collision with Birmingham, a side we have beaten only once in six meetings over the past two seasons.
They say it’s always the hope that gets you in the end, and that was exactly what happened at Ashton Gate this week when we blew yet another chance to hang onto a faint opportunity of automatic promotion.
OK, so it’s not absolutely certain yet, but it looks like we are going down the dreaded play-off route if we want to get back into the top flight.
What surprises me as our seasons heads to it’s conclusion is that I am surprised that Sam Allardyce seems so surprised by his treatment by fans and the media.
So Tony Mowbray thinks we believe we are “insulted” by having to play in the Championship. I’ve got news for him, we only feel insulted by the people who have got us here in the first place.
Sometimes watching at the Boleyn this season, I have been left wondering whether we are all in this together, and fully understand the financial implications of failure to win promotion.
Ok, so let’s get things straight once and for all as we face the final ten games of this relentlessly demanding season.
Amazing, isn’t it, how things come back to bite you on the bum when you are least expecting it.
Never have I been a pint half full sort, it comes from following West Ham all my life. So I’m always the one urging folk not to get carried away.
The more this protracted, tiresome Olympic stadium debate continues, the more worrying questions it throws up.
They really don’t make them like Ernie Gregory any more. Gone are the days when a man stays with his first club for over 50 years.
So now we know. If our owners do not go for the Olympic Stadium option, we won’t leave the Boleyn and will aim to redevelop our 108-year-old home.
Surely it’s about time that we abandoned the announcement of the Man of the Match award while the game is still in progress, and even consider dumping such futile nonsense all-together.
Take a bow, West Ham’s travelling army, you were brilliant at Coventry on what was a great day out… all apart from that first 45 minutes, that is!
I never thought it would come to this, but I find myself saying that we really really do need to cut Big Sam some slack and get off the backs of our team.
I suppose we always knew it would be Lee Bowyer who was going to score again…for a West Ham fan he has an unhealthy desire to make us look stupid.
Sam Allardyce has been in control - and I mean real control - of our club for little over four months, and West Ham has changed dramatically and probably for ever.
After two terrible seasons of incompetence on the pitch and misery for the fans, times just have to be a’ changing.
The end of the world was supposed to be at the weekend. For West Ham fans it came a week earlier as Premier League football disappeared as quickly as Millwall’s daft plane stunt.
David Sullivan really should start doing his job. He should lead from the front at away games, front up when the going gets tough and learn to shut up.
Anybody who has witnessed Scott Parker carrying West Ham this season, and the way he has forced himself back into the England side, knows the Footballer of the Year award is fully merited.
So it’s come to this. Five games left, two that Avram Grant does not believe we can win and three more that the rest of us doubt we can win.
I heard someone say after the Spurs game that Scott Parker looked like he was crying at the end of the match... now we know why.
You know what’s coming, you are going to be mugged, but you know there’s nothing you can do to stop it.
At last, West Ham produced the kind of display that could change a few minds about what division we will be playing in next season.
They say that it’s the hope that kills you in the end, and supporting West Ham is beginning to feel like that.
Ok, this is going to be a partisan, angry, twisted, bitter, frustrated rant - pretty much par for the course and sure to hit a raw nerve amongst Irons fans. But is it just me who feels we are getting the rough end of things from all levels of football authority since the Tevez saga?
You couldn’t make it up…sadly though at West Ham you don’t have to, because every day seems to bring more shambolic nonsense.
Is it just me who hates transfer windows? The uncertainty, the constant flicking onto Sky Sports News, the expectation and the constant disappointment.
Those 2,000 hardy souls who did get to Blackburn at least saw spirit, effort and a point from a game few expected to survive the shocking weather.
Surely anyone who witnessed the predictable defeat by Manchester City now knows that nothing will improve the situation under the current management.
Two wins in four days and how the mood has changed, particularily with that stunning victory over Manchester United.
KUMB welcomes Paul Walker to the team as he looks ahead to next week's Carling Cup quarter final clash with Manchester United...