Across the top of the screen floated a banner, pulled by a little aeroplane: IN ARSENE WE TRUST.
Ethnic minority players are often upbraided for behaviour that sports journalists ignore of white people.
I want to be here to see my older grandchildren, now aged 16, leave college, if they ever go, and get a job (they’ll be lucky). But mostly, I want to see China win.
How the “hippie tycoon” Dale Vince – a pioneer of renewable energy – plans to turn football and our motorways green.
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It may not be the coolest sporting contest, but it translates a relatable pub game into a story of humanity.
The central irrationality inside sport is the dread of looking conspicuously wrong, which is even more powerful than wanting to be proved right.
Pick-outs, flash gits and performance-enhancing underwear – it’s time to look back on the season.
Fans are willing to turn a blind eye to anything if a player is on form.
From where you go to what you eat, football is full of snobs. Who doesn’t like looking down on other people?
The lonely struggles of Monty Panesar, the sporting-cultural cult hero who lost his purpose and sense of joy.
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