In being brought down by a newspaper sting, the former England manager joins a hall of infamy.
I should know.
Rich List landlords, apologies for Hillsborough, and Lord Baker – my unlikely Tory comrade.
Go on, guess.
It wasn't about football in 1989, it isn't about football now. It is about the fact that dehumanising doesn't just happen in moments, but can lead to deaths in seconds, can lead to lies for years, can ruin lives for lifetimes.
After England’s Wembley victory on Saturday 30 July 1966, I was convinced that was it.
The Leicester City manager’s sharp tactical brain has emerged from behind the quirks and the cashmere.
He is part of a new golden age for British boxing, yet his traveller background means he is still not considered to be “one of us”.
Why do men try to hide their bald spots? Is it vanity, pride, the fear of being seen as less macho, lack of confidence?
Untroubled by history, Rome’s sportsmen and women play their games in Mussolini’s stadiums.
In the four different places I stayed, on Saturdays and Sundays, I was able to walk to a sports bar and watch a live game, any live Prem game of my choice.
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