I have continued to fork out knowing only too well I am being taken advantage of.
Back then when critics pointed out that England had been overtaken by hungrier and more progressive teams, a stock reply was ready: “But we’re English and we’ve always done it this way.”
Tennis has not become ugly. It has got more beautiful. Professionalisation did not ruin its balletic strand; it deepened it. The ultimate athletes turned out to be lighter, leaner and more mobile.
Sport’s love affair with the myth of thwarted victory.
Within sport, women athletes are finally gaining the professional recognition they deserve. Yet the media continues to assume that “the England team” is shorthand for “the men’s team”.
Gary Barlow’s been quietly ditched. The Monty Python members have mobilised. Lily Allen is ubiquitous. The late Rik Mayall takes his last stand. Here are the best and the rest of England’s options for its World Cup anthem.
Last month’s rush to exonerate the Premier League’s CEO, Richard Scudamore, who had been accused of sexism, was just another example of the game’s eagerness to sweep dirty linen under the carpet.
The continued endorsement of Premier League B teams being given access to Football League competitions has led to an open rebellion by teams and their owners against the executives who are supposed to represent their interests.
Brazil tends to eclipse the very land whose colonial undertakings shaped it and gave birth to it – Portugal.
Wimbledon Stadium is the last of the 33 dog-racing tracks in London. Now that the owners want to sell, the institution that is the English Greyhound Derby may be about to leave the capital for good.
They may earn millions and drive Maseratis but today’s footballers are still described using old working-class terminology. It’s the last link with the game’s roots.