Morning Call: pick of the papers

The ten must-read pieces from this morning's papers.

1. Ed Miliband's leadership is threatened by this Blairite policy coup (Guardian)

By embracing cuts, Ed Balls and Ed Miliband have left all those who stand against them disenfranchised, argues Len McCluskey.

2. America, Greece and a world on fire (Financial Times)

A Greek economic crisis is threatening Europe but the US has no intention of leading the rescue mission, writes Gideon Rachman.

3. Iran's nuclear scientists are not being assassinated. They are being murdered (Guardian)

Killing our enemies abroad is just state-sponsored terror - whatever euphemism western leaders like to use, says Mehdi Hasan.

4. Nick Clegg might not look sad much longer (Times) (£)

The received wisdom says coalition government has ruined the Lib Dems' chances. But it's too early to write them off, says Rachel Sylvester.

5. Don't be fooled by the power of false assumptions (Independent)

As the abuse has grown, Miliband has passed one of the tests of leadership, says Steve Richards. He has kept calm.

6. By stealing the Lib Dems' ideas, Labour leader Ed Miliband can split the coalition (Daily Telegraph)

If the Labour leader finds common ground with his rivals, he will reinvigorate the left, writes Mary Riddell.

7. We are all going to hell in a shopping basket (Financial Times)

At a deeper level the crisis marks the triumph of consumers and investors over workers and citizens, says Robert Reich.

8. The British boarding school remains a bastion of cruelty (Guardian)

While condemning global injustices against children, we fail to examine the ethics of removing seven-year-olds from their families, writes George Monbiot.

9. The hour has come for a new Britannia (Daily Mail)

There could be no more fitting way for this seafaring nation to mark its gratitude and respect for the woman who has been our greatest ambassador for 60 years, argues a Daily Mail editorial.

10. Kim Jong Un's subjects are already singing his praises (Daily Telegraph)

There's no let-up in the bowing and scraping as North Korea's new leader warms to the job, writes Robert Colvile.

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The footie is back. Three weeks in and what have we learned so far?

Barcleys, boots and big names... the Prem is back.

Another season, another reason for making whoopee cushions and giving them to Spurs fans to cheer them up during the long winter afternoons ahead. What have we learned so far?

Big names are vital. Just ask the manager of the Man United shop. The arrival of Schneiderlin and Schweinsteiger has done wonders for the sale of repro tops and they’ve run out of letters. Benedict Cumberbatch, please join Carlisle United. They’re desperate for some extra income.

Beards are still in. The whole Prem is bristling with them, the skinniest, weediest player convinced he’s Andrea Pirlo. Even my young friend and neighbour Ed Miliband has grown a beard, according to his holiday snaps. Sign him.

Boots Not always had my best specs on, but here and abroad I detect a new form of bootee creeping in – slightly higher on the ankle, not heavy-plated as in the old days but very light, probably made from the bums of newborn babies.

Barclays Still driving me mad. Now it’s screaming from the perimeter boards that it’s “Championing the true Spirit of the Game”. What the hell does that mean? Thank God this is its last season as proud sponsor of the Prem.

Pitches Some groundsmen have clearly been on the weeds. How else can you explain the Stoke pitch suddenly having concentric circles, while Southampton and Portsmouth have acquired tartan stripes? Go easy on the mowers, chaps. Footballers find it hard enough to pass in straight lines.

Strips Have you seen the Everton third kit top? Like a cheap market-stall T-shirt, but the colour, my dears, the colour is gorgeous – it’s Thames green. Yes, the very same we painted our front door back in the Seventies. The whole street copied, then le toot middle classes everywhere.

Scott Spedding Which international team do you think he plays for? I switched on the telly to find it was rugby, heard his name and thought, goodo, must be Scotland, come on, Scotland. Turned out to be the England-France game. Hmm, must be a member of that famous Cumbrian family, the Speddings from Mirehouse, where Tennyson imagined King Arthur’s Excalibur coming out the lake. Blow me, Scott Spedding turns out to be a Frenchman. Though he only acquired French citizenship last year, having been born and bred in South Africa. What’s in a name, eh?

Footballers are just so last season. Wayne Rooney and Harry Kane can’t score. The really good ones won’t come here – all we get is the crocks, the elderly, the bench-warmers, yet still we look to them to be our saviour. Oh my God, let’s hope we sign Falcao, he’s a genius, will make all the difference, so prayed all the Man United fans. Hold on: Chelsea fans. I’ve forgotten now where he went. They seek him here, they seek him there, is he alive or on the stairs, who feckin’ cares?

John Stones of Everton – brilliant season so far, now he is a genius, the solution to all of Chelsea’s problems, the heir to John Terry, captain of England for decades. Once he gets out of short trousers and learns to tie his own laces . . .

Managers are the real interest. So refreshing to have three young British managers in the Prem – Alex Neil at Norwich (34), Eddie Howe at Bournemouth (37) and that old hand at Swansea, Garry Monk, (36). Young Master Howe looks like a ball boy. Or a tea boy.

Mourinho is, of course, the main attraction. He has given us the best start to any of his seasons on this planet. Can you ever take your eyes off him? That handsome hooded look, that sarcastic sneer, the imperious hand in the air – and in his hair – all those languages, he’s so clearly brilliant, and yet, like many clever people, often lacking in common sense. How could he come down so heavily on Eva Carneiro, his Chelsea doctor? Just because you’re losing? Yes, José has been the best fun so far – plus Chelsea’s poor start. God, please don’t let him fall out with Abramovich. José, we need you.

Hunter Davies is a journalist, broadcaster and profilic author perhaps best known for writing about the Beatles. He is an ardent Tottenham fan and writes a regular column on football for the New Statesman.

This article first appeared in the 27 August 2015 issue of the New Statesman, Isis and the new barbarism