There has been much discussion on Clarets Mad's messageboard recently about the best make-up of our back four for this season.

Would you like to sponsor me? It's a question we've all been asked at some time as people go on walks, bike rides and similar to raise money for various causes.

So here we are, a week away from the 2010/11 NPower Championship fixtures being released, and I find myself with some time to reflect on our rollercoaster ride in recent years.

Having studied the Premier League much more closely this year because of our involvement I have come to the conclusion, like many others, that there are a series of unwritten rules governing the matches.

So that's it then. After 33 years wandering through the football wilderness we finally had our moment in the sun. Although a lot of it was spent in the shade of our more debt ridden Premier League rivals as one by one we were swept aside by some of the greatest players in the world.

As the final whistle blew at Turf Moor, I put the last of the cups I had just washed in the cupboard and stopped to applaud.

They say "it is not all over until the fat lady sings". Perhaps it is not yet all over in terms of the results and our possible/probable relegation. The choice of possible/probable is yours and to be honest, I am not bothered which you choose.

As, I hope, an objective observer from the high viewpoint of the stands and from TV, I wonder if our two managers this season, watching from the touch-line have failed to adjust to the professionalism of the Premier League.

When the Titanic left Belfast in 1912, the feeling was one of excitement and joy at what might lie ahead. The feeling that a new era would be dawning, the start of something special, only to end up with that sinking feeling, as a rogue iceberg, sank the ship.

As a Claret of a certain vintage my first game versus Rovers was at the inauguration of the Turf Moor floodlights in December 1957.

When will football see sense and enter the 21^st Century as far as technology is concerned?

In the Peter Sellers film of 1959 a tiny country, Grand Fenwick, declared war on the United States in order to lose and have its debts cleared by the guilty victor. Surprisingly, however, they won!

Over two years ago, Owen Coyle was an unknown manager taking over a Championship team in the form of Burnley. 18 months later, he took them to the top flight of English Football for the first time in 33 years via the Coca Cola Championship Playoff Finals at Wembley Stadium.

Earlier this week I sat down and wrote an article intended for this site. I wrote of my disgust at the way Owen Coyle had betrayed this fantastic football club. However, in the days since then, my anger has diluted and I now see a much bigger picture.

No man is bigger than the club, although the commotion, emotional pleas and media frenzy surrounding our club at the moment suggests otherwise.

A look back at our rivals in 1959-60: Leeds and Sheffield Wednesday

A look back at our rivals in 1959-60: Blackburn Rovers

August 15^th 2009 was the beginning of a brand new and exciting era for Burnley Football Club, and after thirty-three long years of hurt we cannot fail to realise that we are once again back where we belong in the highest echelon of English football, now known as the Premier League.

I live in Sale. The trams have all been stopped at the moment, so we have to walk a bit to get the bus into town. Ahead of the new season we have been wearing the new home shirt.

After over 30 years of being out of the wilderness of the top division, the Clarets finished with a fairytale ending in May, after gaining promotion to the world's richest league.

It only seems right that the day after one of the most significant results in the history of Burnley Football Club, the back pages of the national newspapers were dominated by two men classed as genuine Turf Moor heroes.

This article intends to analyse the effect that goal music has had at Burnley Football Club and what effect it may have in the future.

As a football crazy 9 year old I listened to the cup final on the radio. Tottenham Hotspur v Burnley. We had no television. I listened intently and from my Reading home, I cheered on the Spurs, like all my friends.

Que sera sera, whatever will be will be, we're going to Wem-ber-ley, que sera sera.

As we approach the nail-biting conclusion to Burnley's ninth consecutive season in the second tier of English football, it is perhaps a good time to reflect on the away fortunes of the club during this period.