After days of hype, endless previews and enough dramatic music to invade a small country, game day finally arrived. It started exactly as expected, with Argentina demonstrating that football is as much about psychology and gamesmanship as it is about passing the ball. There were niggling tackles, theatrical tumbles, mysterious injuries that disappeared the instant possession changed and constant conversations with the referee. Actual football ...
One of the oddest traditions we seem to cling to is the idea that the moment someone dies, they instantly become a wonderful human being.
Apparently, death is the greatest image consultant ever invented.
People who spent decades being rude, divisive, unpleasant or downright nasty suddenly become "colourful characters", "straight talkers" and "larger than life". It's as though St Peter hands them a complimentary PR team on the way through ...
The Pub Was My First Mistake
After some pressure from my stepson, it was off the chaise longue and down to the pub for last night’s game, a decision I would later come to regret. One side of the pub was watching a television around two seconds ahead of the side I was sitting on, which meant cheers, groans and anguished cries were erupting before I had any idea what had happened. There is nothing quite like watching a dangerous attack ...
Nigel Farage resigning as an MP so he can stand again as an MP is one of those political moves that makes you wonder whether democracy has become a poorly organised village panto.
He is stepping down in Clacton, triggering a by-election, then standing in that same by-election, all while presenting himself as a brave man of the people taking on the establishment, the media, rival parties, parliamentary standards, probably the BBC weather app, ...
I should probably start this post by admitting that one player, amongst many heroes last night, stood out as a towering example of why Thomas Tuchel is an elite football manager and I am a Chaise Lounge enthusiast.
Anthony Gordon.
Thunder, Rain and Mexican Fire
As rain delayed the start of the match, nothing could dampen the crackling atmosphere inside Mexico’s fortress. This was never going to be a polite little kickabout. It had ...
