Watching a game on tenterhooks to see if the manager picks his nose.
Cheer up, Stevie! Go, Schlupp! And Pearson, don’t come down from the stands.
What can we say about construction projects where possibly hundreds have died, but we don’t know how, who they were, or even where they were all from?
Many high achievers, across all disciplines, have troubled and complex relationships with people who pushed them. I would like to pretend that psychological bullying never works, but clearly it can.
Hunter Davies on football.
He was, as we say in Australia, just a really good bloke.
As Vinnie Jones embarks on his sixth decade, he reflects on the biggest day of his career, his battle with alcohol and why his wife has to stop him calling Massimo Cellino.
There are tentative signs that Premier League clubs are starting to take fan campaigns against high ticket prices more seriously.
David Goldblatt is one of a loose group of football writers, all of them men born in the 1960s, for whom the sport since the summer of either 1989 or 1990 has been a slightly poisonous let-down.
Someone, somewhere in government, is spending a considerable amount of time keeping Wikipedia's entries on Scottish football up-to-date.
In recent days, Fifa seems to have plumbed new depths of almost comic-book villainy.
No country has ever left the EU before, so there's no map for where we're going.
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