It was late October in 1863 when Ebenezer Cobb Morley and his contemporaries gathered together in London's Freemason's Tavern, near to where Holborn tube station is today, to establish a code of rules for the regulation of football. Fast forward to today and the modern game is unrecognisable from those humble beginnings. Its global audience has never been bigger with interest in the English game growing year-on-year. With this comes huge expectation, from fans, players, managers and the media...

This is not a one-year or two-year project at QPR. This is a lifelong commitment. We need a new training ground, a new stadium and a more successful academy. The path in front of us is exciting. With a little bit of luck along the way, I am confident we can fulfil the dreams of the R's supporters over the coming weeks, months and years.

Sam Allardyce's teams purport a type of football that may not be as pleasing to the eye as that of Barcelona or Arsenal, but it has consistently proven successful, and for the fans of his teams, that's by far the most important thing (how many Arsenal fans wouldn't sacrifice a bit of their trademark passing game in exchange for bringing the title to the Emirates?).

If Suarez doesn't win the award, as seems likely, it is because he is a villain of Iago-esque proportions, the bête noire of the Premier League. He's not just the player who everyone loves to hate, he genuinely is hated.

In many ways, Lukaku is just the player Rafa Benitez has been missing this season and it's maybe unfortunate (or just a yawning oversight) that of the three strikers the European Champions have on their books, the most in-form/not terrible is 146.4 miles away in the Midlands.

It is only two games and further work must be done to salvage the season, but big strides have been taken and fears of relegation are residing. These signings are a show of intent by Alan Pardew and his scouting team, who have once again shown their qualities with some astute signings.

There's something reassuringly old-fashioned about Scott Parker as a footballer; the unflappable side-parting, the perma-grass-stained knees, the affection for bone-shuddering challenges.

While there's no denying that the R's are peppering precariously around the relegation trapdoor, there are some rock-solid reasons QPR can escape the dreaded drop.

My first reaction when I heard Cole might be returning to Upton Park was weary resignation - another washed-up player with his best years behind him and ruined by managerial incompetence.

Despite my best efforts to write about golfing antics on and off the course in an engaging way, it seems that most of the males I know are completely uninterested. Forget the golf, they say, and write about football instead.

I've never seen a club chairman cry over football, I've never seen a manager do it either. Sure, the odd player has shed tears but I've seen millions of fans with tears streaming down their faces because of their love for their football club and that's why we need governance to protect football from itself.

If the London 2012 Olympic Games have taught us anything it is that football doesn't quite matter anymore.

An anti-Scottish attitude has been embedded in the English game for far too long.

For every young boy or girl interested in the beautiful game, their family is key to their footballing education. Your team, your favourite players, and plethora of other footballing opinions, all are influenced by the viewpoints of you respected elders.

The nauseating bone-deep gash to his thigh was not the only thing that would have had Wayne Rooney grimacing on Saturday last.

It was deja-vu all over again for Manchester City as the Barclays Premier League champions opened their title defence with a thrilling win over newly-...

Those with heroes all share a propensity for thinking the individuals they adore are somehow infallible. A state of unadulterated perfection is moulde...

Reducing an entire campaign to the amount of points amassed during it is a dangerous thing. While a high total can signify a high win percentage, it says absolutely nothing about the performances that go into shaping a season.

It was only a few short weeks back, but the events in between have made it seem like it was an eternity ago. Eight points clear and facing into what should have been six easily attainable points against Wigan and Everton, my perpetual doomlordery came to the fore and my mind drifted - as it too often does - to the misery of United's ownership.