Every team has its hard man. Is there anything more satisfying than booing them?
Instead of playing to win, politicians are seeking not to lose.
In a way, football is democratic - your looks don't matter as much as your ability. So why is such a huge part of loving it hating the players?
Champion of Europe? Not these days. Hunter Davies explains some of the reasons England aren't quite the footballing force they once were.
"The fact that the majority of players in any Premiership game these days are foreign, and so many of them black, does not seem to have had an appreciable effect on the faces in the crowd."
Where have all the Scottish managers gone? This week, Hunter Davies seeks an intern to count them.
If this kind of performance is what you get after six months of dedicated planning, then less planning sounds good to me.
"Wenger sat there silently, on the verge of a seizure."
This looks set to be a minimalist budget - but not all is as it seems, and opposition Ed Balls would do well to veer away from it sooner rather than later.
The conflict between instict and reason has left me having a small domestic disagreement in my head.
Football, where the dirty cockney and the whippet handler live on.
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